It can’t be shown here.
What’s outside the picture can only be imagined.
There’s blood spilt though, enough of it to pool, to settle, to attract flies.
No flies have come. There’s a paucity of insects now. Windscreens remain transparent even after a long drive.
Enough blood to fill the gutters though, is a measure of the severity of the violence that took place. Even rain requires a heavy fall to make the gutters run. Blood to fill the gutters requires mayhem, chaos, anarchy.
The pooling suggests the violence has passed, the air no longer full of screaming. There’s a sense of relief as if a pressure been released.
A violence was necessary, unfortunately, to bring this sense of calm.
The red brings relief too from the unrelenting grey of the asphalt and concrete on my morning walk.
The blood