Kamikaze Squirrel

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The glory of his heroic sacrifice

As he flung himself against the wall

Turned into shock he felt in his bones,

Shock he felt with his whole body,

And yet, by then, it was already too late:

He was already on his way to the ground.

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His mind and body plunged to the ground

He dwelled for the few seconds left of his life on his selfless sacrifice

And wondered why, just a little too late,

He thought his life had hit a wall.

Maybe, he thought, he hoped, someone would find his body

Before it turned to white bones.

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The electricity went through his bones,

Shredding his fur. It fell to the ground,

Lingering just slightly before following his body.

The kids in the school eagerly awaited the sacrifice,

Always waiting for him to fling himself on the wall.

By the time they realized that they were murderers for wishing so, too late!

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Was he really dead? They asked, oh, so too late.

Yes; he was now really dead, with his white bones

Showing. They suddenly realized the terrible wall

They had created between themselves and human-ground.

They had wished for an innocent squirrel’s sacrifice

Knowing that, they shed fresh tears, staring at the lonely body.

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He must have been brain washed, his body

Show how mistaken he was about suicide, though too late.

The morbid and painful jolt, he felt in his bones.

He lied, charred, black on the ground,

Limp on the concrete. The barbequed sacrifice,

Fried to perfection, lay in shock, at the foot of the school-wall.

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The brown, hardened, brick wall

With its execution box, whose body

Still passes electricity, and it is too late

To fix what was already done. On the frozen ground

The squirrel must have heard his own clattering bones,

Signaling the end of his squirrel-ful sacrifice.

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The harsh wall of reality hit him much too late.

The body of the soldier with the broken bones

Lay on the ground in the ultimate kamikaze-squirrel sacrifice.