The permanence of the stain

Four-and-a-half hours
Blood, forlorn, pooling on pavement

What misplaced sense of justice
To deny the question
What slithering sanctimony
To walk away smirking
What fervent delusion
To clothe this naked emperor

As if namelessness could
End the story
As if namelessness could
Change the past
As if namelessness could
Remove this stain

Tangential definitions

You have poured into me along
My fascial planes
Dissecting the stubborn adhesions
Of solitude and
Militant self-reliance
Like water you flow
Into crevices that did not
Know they existed
Pushing apart resistances
That still define me