The soft, cushiony blow
of the steel rod
let the red blood flow.

The flow was so soft
and wonderfully warm blood
continued to waft

up and down and all around
the head, torso, feet —
she’s on the ground.

And twelve hours lost,
her innocent black body was found —
blood having been rain-washed.

On soft billowy cement was seen
only a black and blue hue
where a beautiful black life had been.