Let It Lie

-Let It Lie-
by Keaton Foster



There’s a body
A rotting cartography
Made by a twisted master
There are hills
Valleys and peaks
There is fluid
There is meat
Plenty of refuse
Death has changed less
Who killed this man
Was it murder
Or suicide by the numbers
Who placed the gun by his side
Who bound his hands
Never could there be a replay
There are too many variables
And shades of increasing gray
Let it lie
Just find the will to walk away
Forget his face
Forget the stain
I’d say dig him a grave
But not because of what you think
Not out of respect for the deceased
But rather because of the stink
Visual things can be forgotten
But some smells are forever
Fear not over his time alone
In both life and now in death
Another will come along
This path well-traveled
He will be gathered up and disposed
All of the stains washed away
The ever essence of his death
Masked by bouquets of flowers
Left by those grieving
With regard to what he has done
Let it lie
Do not find yourself involved
Nothing good comes from death
Nor should it ever
They’ll be questions
Ones that demand answers
They’ll be judgment
Accusers are always looking
For someone to be a scapegoat
Coping with the death of him
Could easily be replaced
With seeking vengeance for him
Trust me when I say
Never betray your instinct to turn away
Never resist the urge to not get involved
Let it lie
Assumption is king
He killed himself
One to the brain
Ended his misery
Why make any part of it yours
Let another carry that load
Let another report his doom
You will not be judged
But be assured
You will be crucified by man
I wish it was more complex than that
But without question
It’s not…


Let It Lie
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.