A Thousand Times Over

by DBLevin

He sat and watched
as those black spots littered the ground
nearly red lines in the snow
and he ran through the greyscale maze
slipping through the shuffling calves
of a shuffling nation
his ghostly reflection
framed by the echoes in his expression
lines etched by deadly memory
blood in the snow
and the boy who only watched
and in his selfish way
and never stopped running
and never would.