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This morning I found blood Splattered on the railings, at the bus stop I was jolted “May this be not the blood of a man” I hoped silently “It is” A voice tells me “It is but the blood of kindred A man fleshed as those who thronged Through the haze and maze of getting by Oblivious of little shades of splattered fluids on tar” Thus entrapped I followed the trail And found it veered into a garden That same moment The voice of reason tells me “Clock-in is but in five minutes” I ruefully abandoned my quest I stood decidedly Then wished fervently- May it be not The blood of any of my acquaintance And may it be not The blood of any of my kinsman Nor the blood of my brother And if it is May it not be my blood I moved on Then heard that same voice Nudging. asking “Am I my brothers’ keeper”