At the place where it all happened, 

between the sin and the accusations, the
day turned its back on fate
and went after its weary sun

 to go to its bed in the west.
What’s left was the moan

 and the taste of the beating as a halo
around the twisted body.
And there is no way in your heart, 

to feel another’s misfortune, 

because the wail and the tears
are the pinnacle of Despair,
which evoked your greatest human horror.
But perhaps love is to blame, 

when it is hurt by time?
You are standing.
And only the sticky words –
in the middle of the crowd are prompting you,
to keep silent.
It is the best for the time being… 

Until you comprehend why,
the woman,
beaten by her husband, wishes not to tell.