Death at the Riverside

All that was left
when the day ended
was a twisted affirmation
of badness passed.

We stared at walls.
Mouths open.
The knowledge of that river
underscored by rain.

We drank strong tea
and rinsed our hands.
There was blood in my fingernail,
sweat on your vein.

We watched some TV.
Terror scoops the news.
We went to bed early
and swallowed final pills.