The first time I went into the bathroom,
there was blood on the walls of the last stall,
splattered like paint thrown excitedly on a canvas,
by some soul exploding its essence outward,
through the finite matter of its shell-
Death painting white bricks.
True high art to draw the senses
upward in the contemplation of God.
When I went back later that day it was gone,
wiped away by a quick hand and Lysol,
leaving disinfected bright bricks,
Someone had written in all caps
on the stall door
in black magic marker,
GOD BE WITH YOU.”