Upon the Death of a Prisoner "Morituri te salutant!" The phrase echoes in Her head once again, A bitter tear slides down. Here stands a boy... To be torn apart by lions. He walks past her, Doesn't even see her. The boy is gone Into his world of Pain and destruction, Into the jaws of Hideous beasts. The girl brushes away That single tear and She keeps walking. He is gone forever. Alissa Wiens