blood

Blood is still oozing out from the deep slit…

A sheaved hand,

Few gapping mouth,

There was a blast here…

A duty-bound reporter mutters

Live on the camera…

Blood is pouring out…

The lines have their place

In each and every copy-

-Of Julius Caesar…

A wife has seen the nightmare…

Nothing new to talk about…

Many such unheard wives have seen such dreams

Night after night

Some before the death of their husbands and children,

Some after the fatal loss…

Some like Keats have wondered about the redness…

Some have just whipped it off

-For fresh blood to ooze out.