Backstreet butchers

Shivering, 

Damp fabric frozen to skin, 

Pushing backwards, 

Becoming one with the wall.

Opposite, my boy, 

His body lifeless, 

Icicles grow from wet extremities, 

Eyes locked my way?

Backstreet butchers took his body, 

I hoped they didn’t turn and see me, as the tears froze in my eyes.