His thin little figure,
Halfway through,
His hands the bag through.

The bag hits the pavement with a smack.

He begins to hoist his body back through too,
Back to safety,
Back home.
But then he is grabbed by the police on the other side.

The police pulls him from behind.
I try to help the boy,
I try to pull him back,
Back to safety,
The police pulls too.
For a moment there is pain in the boys eye,
He lets out a cry as I hear a crack from the other side.
I pull harder,
Trying to save this poor boy,
But as I hear more cracks and see the pain distort the boys face,
I cant,
I cant,
But I can!

I heave once more pulling the boy back,
Back to safety.

But he is dead,
His spine shattered,
And the police is gone.