Can't feel my body

and cannot breathe.

The long grass surrounds me,

my head it does wreathe.

Do feel my face, though,

and it feels strange

to know that my head lies,

out on the range.

Now I can't see. No.

Everything's black.

Feels like my head's been

placed into a sack.

The taste of my mouth now

the copper of blood

since my head landed

to earth with a thud.

Taste of the blood's gone.

So is the smell.

Then goes the feeling,

and then me as well.