Old Game

Rain washes blood away and

time turns pain to a child’s play.

It’s all part of the old game

gods play with only one aim:

to laugh and joke and be gay

to their mortal heart’s content.

Time rounds off murder

Time rounds off the edges of all murder;
it smooths the heinous details, bleaches blood
and leaves only shadows of numbers
shadows of fire, shadows of pain.
Time tames all
and lays all to rest –
innocent and victim
on the banks of history, like
smooth, rounded off pebbles.