RonBee
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Guilty (Or: The Scream In The Night)
I
I spend too much time
Wishing my enemies were dead.
Ah, but the wish is not the act,
Or I should be conflicted,
Condemned by my conscience,
And sentenced to purgatory
For thinking indecent thoughts.
II
"Have you ever had a rape fantasy?"
She asked me.
"No," I said, "Have you?"
"This," she said, "just will not do."
III
I see a woman walking down the street.
A man comes out of his house
And grabs her, pulling her inside.
I sit there watching,
Doing nothing,
Not believing.
I look to see if anybody else
Will do something.
Nobody does.
I decide it must not be real.
But it was.
"It happened so fast," I told myself.
"Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me."
But fear and paralysis--
That was the grim reality.
I was a witness
And did nothing.
That makes me guilty.
IV
I hear a scream in the night.
What do I feel?
Maybe it is a woman racked with fright.
Maybe it isn't real.
7-12-'92
5-20-'93
2-1-'94
I
I spend too much time
Wishing my enemies were dead.
Ah, but the wish is not the act,
Or I should be conflicted,
Condemned by my conscience,
And sentenced to purgatory
For thinking indecent thoughts.
II
"Have you ever had a rape fantasy?"
She asked me.
"No," I said, "Have you?"
"This," she said, "just will not do."
III
I see a woman walking down the street.
A man comes out of his house
And grabs her, pulling her inside.
I sit there watching,
Doing nothing,
Not believing.
I look to see if anybody else
Will do something.
Nobody does.
I decide it must not be real.
But it was.
"It happened so fast," I told myself.
"Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me."
But fear and paralysis--
That was the grim reality.
I was a witness
And did nothing.
That makes me guilty.
IV
I hear a scream in the night.
What do I feel?
Maybe it is a woman racked with fright.
Maybe it isn't real.
7-12-'92
5-20-'93
2-1-'94
