the scene
of a virtuous act
inspected for clues
why do his shoes not match?
why is the blood perpetually warm?
from what sky did this dove fall?
something of everyone
is here to be found
a hint in the whispers
we steal as voyeurs
and who has ratted out the innocent one;
condemned the martyr?
whose greatest crime
was love
Saturday, June 30, 2018
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