narrow the vision and a world’s unseen
withhold the names and much is left unsaid
a simple thing but so easy to dread
you learn the facts and then you are not keen
to face what is to come the things that mean
not merely change but that you were misled
by a false light and too soon will be dead
to all that mattered and will leave the scene
this altered light suffices to inform
our surging hearts of the firm pace of time
just as our eyes catch sight of the grim bird
that circles slowly just before the storm
clear testament to what had been a crime
that speaks as loudly as a human word
