Yesterday's Horizon

The sunset hung
On the horizon,
Cradled by the distant mountains,
Hidden by the swaying trees.
The blood that soaked
The once peaceful skies
Was dripping, it seemed,
Into space and pure irrelevance.
I wondered where
The blood would go
After the deed was done,
After the sunset
Had finally faded.
Was somebody else
Gazing into the same horizon,
But seeing a completely
Different view?
Or would they see it the same
As it drips,
Sinks away?
Was there a lost soul
Drowning in that blood?
And their screams,
Were they captured in the clouds?
Were their voices calling out
To me,
But the birds
Shooed them away?
And had I heard
A single whisper
Would I have stopped to listen?
Would I have sat
And tried to help
Or would I scurry off
In utter fright
Into the desolate,
Silent night.
I guess my heart
Will never know
Just where my feelings
Will [or would have]
Take[n] me,
For now I live
In this awful present.
This present is more dominant
And less bloody
Than the sunset
From yesterday...