Absolution

Wounded, he lie
Looking at the sky.
The pool of blood
reflected the whole world
and he lay in the middle
blocking the view.
Of the stars, of the moons.

The past blur,
The present in blood,
He gotup somehow
and fell back again.
The drops of blood
Splashing in the air
falling back again
Making him redder.

He got up again
and balanced himself.
Slowly, he walked
over the corpses.
Slowly he walked
to the horizon.
Dripping with blood
Covered with dust.

This absolution was essential.