crimson on snow

as those who ran, were chased down   like rabbits.

women with or without child, men and even children

   all unarmed.

deadly silence fell over the killing fields . . . .

as cardinal red blood lay in stark contrast

 to falling pure and driven snow.

all metaphors still stand . . . .

distinctly apart, only one of the earth

 all balance remains undone.

michael eckhardt
december 29, 2000