At Home in the Springtime

The springtime sun shines down
Pale and clear
Without a cloud to stops its illumination of the scene
The house sits as though still innocent
As though blood had not been spilled
Or mayhem not run rampant in the night
Looking for all the world as though it were just
One of the homes in this quiet neighbourhood
But I know better
I stare at it with wide eyes
And bloodstained body
Everything else is indistinct
Less than the thin light can explain
And I am left to wonder why I stay here
I return to the previous night in my minds eye
And see myself lying in a puddle of my own congealing blood
Until I close my eyes in defeat
I rise up out of the sticky red mess around me
And walk out the door in time to see the Police arrive
To find my body torn and cooling in the night
And I know that I am gone
But still here to see
And here I will stay
Until justice reigns in this house of horror
And my murderer is dead
A long time to wait
But time has lost its meaning to me
I have a patience to make Job's seem slight
And I can wait
Here at home