Of Steel and Gravity

he's frail, this one, like me.
i watched him die

really.  i saw the last normal expiration and the beginning of the twitch
over quick,
should i have joined an army,
trained on the hills and planned for his rescue
put a rifle's steel skull's edge to the floor of my eye
dialed in the nightmare and fired and fired and fired
i think maybe yes.
he's only frail in this particular set of metrics.
the universe dominated by bone and skin.
in the next, im sure,
of something more like light than darkness,
something heavier than our gravity
they do not call him fragile.
and they do not call him like they do me.