BLOOD OF A STRANGER (An Anointing)
Blood of a stranger On my sleeve Seeping On the open road The ebbed away life Anointed brow Turned pale Fainting is not an option The bitter air no issue How peaceful He becomes Almost beautiful In the wind Sirening around The rest of us The hurricane That is yet to come Crashing down His widow in the Parlour Holds her soon to-be-born Child Sweet expectancy turned Sour I want words I want to say that He was accompanied And not alone All I have is tears Flowing Down my cheeks And it is she Who consoles The consoler Touching my face So kindly Self-possessed The dug-deep dignity Rising up in tragedy To the more That is in all of us When we least expect