Murdered Valentine

No one wants a yellowed future
But it's the way the day is threaded
On the hook like a suture
Of light over a dark wound
'Of course he must be murdered'
The mystery resolves
But who murders who
It turns out is not perhaps
The determinative thing
Every day devises another clue
Which every night dissolves
What must have been the sequence
Of the motives of events
The sun was shining on the blood
And the sad earth was eating it