Papers scattered on the lawn   Weeds where there were none before   The evening light is nearly gone   Yellow tape across the door   Broken china underfoot   Makes an uninviting sound   You see them everywhere you look   Coffee table upside down      It was the last time that   He damned her   That she went looking   For the hammer   And with a fury seldom seen   She hit him with the ballpeen      Blood in patterns on the wall   Down the curtains to the floor   You follow handprints down the hall   Water drips behind the door