As he lay br in the pool of his death br br the motorcycle continuing on br a little further without him br br before it too br lay down br br as if to sleep br br he thought the blood br was like a child br br wetting the bed br br and the fear of br someone discovering it br br in the cold light br of morning br br he began br to cry br br just like the boy br of then br br though this was now br and very far br br from the place br of his childhood br br even as the stink br of petrol br br enveloped him br br a bird sang