Hounds

When victors, if such there be, celebrate,
shreds of lost souls rain down as confetti;
even as it tries to elude pursuit,
murder is tracked by hounds of memory

sometimes the pack is quiet, does not bay,
covers enormous tracts on paws’ soft pads,
sniffs, maintains the trot  and does not relent -
whose dogs these are, it does not know, but flees…

murder…