When blood falls on the ground
It is not like water that soaks in and finds a tree to give life to.
Blood doesn't grow trees.
Blood sinks down into the soil like heavy suffering
Then it screams from underneath until it breaks the ground above
Water dissipates and is no longer seen.
Blood turns darker and darker and darker.
Water joins the air and the soil, cycling with the seasons.
Blood cannot join the air.
Blood cannot join the soil.
Blood cannot keep quiet
From it's urgent, repetitive screaming
Lest the ground above it should have any peace, or any quiet.