Seven Bodies on the Window Ledge

an army of eight
not sure where to go
encased in glass, but be warned
of the darkness that lurks
don't breath in this air
for it is thick, and surely toxic

an army of seven
arrived the next day feeling disoriented
water was offered
but not drunken, out of fear
almost made an escape
but crashed to the earth just a bit too late

an army of six
still trying to figure out
how to breach the fresh autumn air
just dying for a taste
so close, but yet so far
heavier and heavier, grow the fumes

an army of five
aggressive, to say the least
still not winning the battle
but trying their hardest
weapons drawn, searching for answers
as people look on with nothing to say

an army of four
exhausted, and ready to diminish
corpses lie beneath
curled up, embraced by cold metal
the stench of death draws near
as they climb further away

an army of three, now
with fear settled into their veins
even more determined to fight
bodies pressed against translucence
banging fists for people to listen
but they don't

an army of two
spinning, uncontrollably spinning
entire body seizing, buzzing, shaking
light drained away from the eyes
curled up, just like the ones before
frozen in time, ready to decay

an army crumpled, destroyed by poison
sat beside what remained
one little lonely soldier
left for dead
but was taken up by a trembling hand
and given a second chance