And said all it had
To say, and none of it
Got through
But the look of the cat
Resentful, at its indomitable
Will to fall, and of all
We never wanted to hear.
It seemed, as it dropped,
More beautiful,
A meaning that caught us
Unaware
To tell of those I've hurt
And what I'd forgotten,
How there is no escape
From a storyline
Where every gun
That is shown
Smokes on its own
Eventually
And the only actor
Is me, backgrounds
Rolled away, tape
The only evidence of people,
The other characters who,
After they've forced me
To kill them, cannot possibly
Have ever been.
No magistrate
Can look at my scars
And say that they
Are healed.
