It doesn’t really matter if you can’t remember
If it happened yesterday
Or the day before:
Sitting on the fence, you sense
You are not to blame.
Name a name – –
In the blink of a bloodshot eye
Who knows what lurks beneath
The breathless skin? Who can smell
The scent of senseless flesh?
I am not to blame.
Name a name – –
In the awakened sky’s blessed fields
Under a streetlamp’s haloed light
Or in the muffled shadows of a dream
A young girl screams. Another name.
We are all to blame.
An intriguing piece suffused with a noirish sense of incipient menace.
Thank you,Louis.
Beautiful, suggestive and bold. A conclusion worth contemplating.
Thank you,Parneet Jaggi.
subtly crafted, and deeply intrigued piece, poignant , dear poet