O Lost

Tom wailed. Why, oh why? For what?

He tripped on a barrel and fell on a bottle

And why and why and--

What have you done?

You foolish boys have killed my son.

(Tom watched)

Alone--surrounded--suspended

In time, in space, with breath, his last--

He shared his loss with Tom. (horrified and helpless and

Heartrendingly numb) Tom touched the gushing wound.

What have I done?

What have we done?

-The Philosopher died on that field.-