The rain washes away the smell of the blood
And the morbid crowd desperate for a glimpse,
Relentless at first surrender to mother nature
Retreating to their houses with warm fires
And happiness reverberating of the walls.
The body, found what seems like hours ago,
Is finally moved with as much respect as those who surround him can muster,
Which is never enough.
In a few hours children will laugh down this street
While being marched to school
By parents who hours earlier,
By the light of the moon stood in this very spot.
They will whisper amongst themselves
While casting hopeful glances to the floor
Scanning for the littlest scrap of evidence that was forgotten.
As the days go by a new gossip will find its way into their lives
All thoughts of the nameless man will disappear,
Life is very fragile,
And those around you are but vultures
Waiting for their moment to strike.
