A blot of red The wave of white There it lies Forever in sight Out of place Never to belong It stays It cries. To the sky it shouts: To belong, It longs Why return to before? To the world of gore Where scarlet falls Bit by bit On bits of white THE pure. clean. virgin. It stains and kills Ending chastity Ever so carelessly Eternally bright Perpetual plight This blot, A blot of red