We walked by a statue
every day
for a hundred days
never knowing what lay inside
We walked over a bridge
every day
for two hundred days
never knowing what lay beneath
We walked under a tree
every day
for three hundred days
never knowing what it had seen
Eyes in the statue never moving
Weapon in the water never stirring
Tree in the grass never telling
How one night a girl died
Compelling and haunting! Love it!
This is full of mystery and eerily beautiful. I really enjoy your poetry. I’ll be coming back for more.