I saw the sky
Who wanted to run away
From the contempt
I saw the sky
And broken beams of the sun

The wind
Was throwing with the second word
Perhaps it was the truth
Perhaps the false
I didn’t hear

I heard only
The scream of man
Who run away
From the false
And I saw his eyes
Swollen with the blood

And his body
As a leaf on the wind
In the realest pose