King Of Grief

I am. Shot through the heart
so the bloodstain spreads

on the wall behind me.
I suffer more than anyone else.

I list my griefs, you list yours
in competition as to who suffers most.

Competition is not empathy.
It is seeing who can fire higher

up the wall, who can show
the biggest because biggest is best.

If more people close to me died
I would win. Patience, my head

tells me. Longer you live more
close to you die. Soon competition

Will be nonsense as you will be
the only survivor. King over nobody.