In blood and in rain,
in fragments of victims’ souls,
bathed He.

His body stood
engulfed in darkness.

In their decent,
tears formed in clouds
crashed into his cheeks,
and caressed the groove of his
jaw and
neck.

Deafening,
the lovely song
of a human dripping in sorrow
grew quiet
before fading
into nothing
but a thin mist.

Swallowing the bitter truth
of a new life,
His steps led Him away
from bodies growing
cold
and lovers being

torn.