Blood not paint

They held up a stone.
I said, ‘Stone.’
Smiling they said, ‘Stone.’

They showed me a tree.
I said, ‘Tree.’
Smiling they said, ‘Tree.’

They shed a man’s blood.
I said, ‘Blood.’
Smiling they said, ‘Paint.’

They shed a man’s blood.
I said, ‘Blood.’
Smiling they said, ‘Paint.’

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