LOVE AFTER A MURDER

Love flows out in streams,

From the blood of a murdered girl.

As she was crushed among the giant wheels,

Loaded with the wrath of some unknown God.

Pressed to the ground and trod upon

She groaned, sweated and rolled.

And called, with all her might

The angry God with manifold penance.

She called and called and called

Piercing the heaven with her prayers.

Blood was dripping all throughout,

A blanket of blood, she was wrapped in.

Mocking faces and pitying words;

Still, she lay on the reddened earth.

Madly, she called out with panic and pain,

But, it all bounced with fooling stiffness,

Broken bones, into the minutest bits

Wrenching pain, like fire, she ate.

The fireworks of the angry God, she cried,

A mass of flesh, absurd; she lay!

The sweeping pain, in the heart, she whined,

And clasped the raged God, on to his heart.

Never, she loved anything than the giant wheel;

So fiercely with a divine empathy.

Unveiled the providence with the sourest pain,

And put a ladder to the insensible sky. Oh!

Beat the budding body in its prime,

And squeezed out the sap in bloody juice!

More and more she loved the giant wheel,

In each blood drop trickling from her eyes!