A man fell to his knees
      In the midst of a square

— Was he too tired
      To stand

— Had he reached the line
      Where the waves of spent lives break

— Had he been hit with hammers of grief
      By whirlwinds of pain

— Was it an adversity not to be borne

— Was it the angel of death
With his scythe when it was time to go

— Was it Satan or God

Suddenly, in the midst of a square
      A man fell to his knees like a horse
            the knees cut off with a scythe.