Poem – Blood


Time passes with nothing,
with no stake in what
happens next.

It is pure in its motivations,
its actions, and its silence.

Yet we tie and bind time
to history, marked points
of moments and events and
ask the question:
“Do you remember that time when…?”

Time is a bystander to what
we choose do to with our allotment
and if we choose to spill blood
time will be covered with blood.


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