Part X

X

Swirling round in circles

All of them wiped clean

Their part of the evidence

Tangled with uncertainty

Scraped together

In painted nightmares

Swaddled in blood

Laced license

And mud covered black bonnets

Triggering a deep laced fear

Translating their terror

Into actions

Even before the lady in white

Froze their blood when she

Asked them to look away.