the whole world's blood
is now on my sticky palms;
the traces of powder residue
in the ridges of my fingerprints
and my soiled shoes track the forensic contours

the dust of the earth's evidence
waits for excavation
under my fingernails; together with
stray hairs and particles, from our encounters
which form the bulk of the record

savvy investigations may reveal certain habits
in between the hours of daylight and dark
especially given the distinct star like formations
of the downward pattern of blood spatter-
barring standard deviation from the clustered norm

we were all coated with Luminol at birth
and have been trailing circumstantial evidence
throughout our days; with each breath,
our bloody shoe prints gradually covering the planet
until our long delayed executions finally arrive

our remains to be sealed into crypts
where they shall wait, until such time
that further possible scientific advances
could allow for deeper analysis
of all pertinent known and alleged crimes..