All were bustling in the canteen,

and, among the hustle, came a shout.

Not many had heard and, thus,

they were caught unawares.

Going on up, above the rails,

there stood a boy small and frail.

On top of those barriers, he scaled,

the sight gave many a scare.

His foot left the ledge, stepping on air,

and the scene that came was not fair.

Bloody and brutal, the gore welled.

The bits and pieces of him,

and his life hurtled by.

The deep crimson could fly,

unlike him.

He dripped through the cracks,

of a table.

The slab beneath him became unstable.

Thus, I fell out of my chair, unable

to bear the sight food and a body.