Murder

an old farmers sink-
her mind miles away from the
blood in the carpet
–
back garden soil-
no amount of soap
makes her feel clean

a roadside vigil-
flowers for a young man turned
forever nineteen
–
sudden silence-
shell casings
in the grass

on the village green
the shadows of injustice
hang from an oak tree
–
greasy smoke-
torches light
a darkened path

horror on parade
the fires of war march on while
death wields the baton
–
a murder of crows-
five men lower
their rifles