The Survivor (monody)

by Larry Chamberlin   Dec 11, 2013


Aw, Jimmy, ya didn 'ave
ta be the hero, now,
'n if'n it warnt fer t'others
Ah'd hate ye fer what ye done.

The pipes r callin yer nam
sure as sound can travel
to the other side where ye be
and ye need to know Ah'm here.

It's a cause o you,
throwin yerself down
when all else were scared
'n runnin' fer the hills.

But thar Ah stood
frozen in me tracks
staring at the wee bomb
rollin' like a rugby ball.

But, Jimmy, ah Jimmy,
ye plopped down
like it were a sport
and you expected a scrum.

My fellow, my brother,
ye saved me 'n a dozen more
but Ah didn deserve it
'n Ah souldn be here no how.

Ye see, when Ah saw ye fall
Ah couldn think until
yer blood sprayed me
'n Ah saw yer torn body.

'N what Ah thought then
shall earn my place in hell
fer what washed over me
was "better him than me."

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