by Jill Osburn
we have paved over the blood
like Poe’s Heart.
silence isn’t in its nature
we inhabit it, and as it oozes
from our veins
others become the victims
an enemy is made of one
“How can this be?”
is the cry of the willfully blind
investigate the life
only to find we are all responsible
easy to look outside
distance ourselves from the trigger
no escaping. only scapegoating
the contagion is not in one
but thickening in us all
how long will we stand the beats
from under the floorboards?
Copyright ©:
Jill D. Osburn
Last updated November 04, 2015