Death in the house
Each time their eyes met, there was solace.
Hers spoke
of a resignation...
A plea to
be free silenced by tears
Well hid
behind lashes sticking together.
A witness
to her daily distress,
Peace was
the most he dared convey.
The councilors stood quiet
Lowered
heads and coats long;
The
gentleman lay flat on the porch
His
sideburns gummed with soupy blood.
Beside, sat
a grey cat licking its paw,
Chasing
which from the roof he fell.
The
battered wife motionless and sore
A hand on her
belly, caressing lovingly
Stared she
at the man that relentlessly hit
The unborn
she bore, now still in her womb.
Her gaze unfazed,
searching for the eyes that
She saw
him.
His eyes
met hers and lingered a moment long,
A peace
they reflected of a duty done
A loyalty
unsullied as he faithfully cleaned
The lights
of the sedan, wiping off
The blood
of a fawn that abruptly sprung
Out of the
woods, on his master’s way home.
