The Murderer Is Dead, Long Live the Murderer

I do not usually find politics a satisfactory subject for poetry, but sometimes there's just no other way...

For God So Loved the World
a bedtime poem

You show me blood,
say how to feel--there're
monsters out there--
which one is real?

A tale we tell children,
One Life to spill--Oh,
deliver us from Evil
(Who Lives here still)