I looked and saw a bloody stain as if it came from me <br />It was thick and red and seemed to ooze out from my own belly <br />Then another spot upon one leg and another on my chest <br />I was climbing up a stairway and just couldn’t find my breath <br />The red! The red was all around and had me slipping on the stairs <br />And now it felt like raining and was running down my hair <br />I then looked up and then I saw the strangest sight I’d seen <br />Blood droplets on the ceiling falling in a steady stream <br />I knew it could not be my blood but it was raining down so fast <br />Not gentle like the rain itself but sticky and – aghast - <br />I saw a sluice of redness come sweeping down on me <br />And then I turned a corner and that blood was blinding me <br />I was swimming in some entrails that I could not even name <br />It was like being in a butcher’s or in some suicidal game <br />I then stood straight and shouted – I shouted right out loud <br />‘I will not retreat just for fear for I am strong and proud’ <br />I no longer climbed all frightened – an answer I did crave <br />And at that the top of those red steps I did find my mother’s grave <br />Beelzebub looked in the mirror and then he turned a page <br />He was now fearful for himself and of my incessant rage <br />I slayed him on those foot steps so he couldn’t rise at all <br />And with his death all of that blood did vanish from the floor.<br /><br />David Keig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bloody-stain/
