Majesty

I.

I heard a rumor
About the past
The distant past

Past that whistles
Down a dark wet road
In black and white
Overhead crane shot

Past that comes home
Loosens its tie
Watches the nightly narrative
Someone did something


II.

Rumor has it
The killer once tried
And found guilty
Walked with the body
Of the murdered
Strapped to his back

The distant past
Bound to present
Living under death
Until dieing
From the weight of
The old man