The Lonely Corpse

The lonely corpse sits on the sidewalk

Half distant and half personal

The corpse was once so full of life

He was a sparkled gem to some

An artist to others

To some, he was “David”

To others, he was “Harth”

Right now, he is an investigation

Surrounded by yellow tape

Blue and white cars

And numerous gawking pedestrians

Strangers taking mobile phone photographs

To be distributed through the internets

To numerous other strangers

It went so quickly

So far down

That last end

But now at least he’s not alone

Now he is famous

In printed media and tomorrow’s daily news

Online reports and tourist’s digital media cards

He is history now

A memory to some

An enemy to others

A once lover to some

And now he is just a corpse

A corpse on a sidewalk

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.02.09.14:55:05@130BklynNYC