One among millions-

In hibernation for long,

Until I was given life-

Though for a brief while.

Not a life for myself,

But the giver of it-

Meaningless by myself-

Wondrous in creation.

Never grew up,

But I watched

A thousand deaths-

Those who never made it.

Wish I had a mouth,

A nose and little arms

To eat and sniff,

To hold and let go.

People died all the time,

No eulogies for funerals.

Copious amounts of bodies,

Too tiny for the big world.

It was many years back

That we mourned the first massacre,

Little did we know

That death was our 'way to life'.

Those banished

Remained mum about the slumber.

Their cries drowned

In loud moans of pleasure.

When my day came,

I was jolted awake.

Pushed out among others,

Like water out of a broken pipe.

The few of us who saw the light-

Were gone forever.

A few others moved forward

Another darkness, another home.

'The fastest and strongest-

Will be chosen to live in daylight'.

Said the headless old man.

For us, daylight meant death.

Life awaits, where daylight

Would no longer be dreadful.

I rushed forward for home-

It was not just darkness in there.

There were a couple of girls

Round and cute,

Ready to embrace us.

I seared one of them slightly.

My head smashed at her wall-

I closed my eyes for the last time-

Watching her dance with another lad-

There ended my silly life.

Unknown, unspoken of,

Unnamed and unseen,

My death is not mourned,

For I was only the second best.