who’s the victim?

 

I am.

You are.

The lion is.

The bastard is.

The love couch is.

The battered wife.

The fat kid.

 

I am.

You are.

The president is.

The tree is.

The ground is.

The food is.

 

Last night was.

She is.

My mother is.

My sister was.

Your lover will be.

 

I am.

You are.

Today will be.

The operator.

The listener.

The controller.

 

I am.

You are.

She is.

He is.

The inventor.

The consumer.

The watcher.

The walker.

 

Saturday & Sunday.

The midnight blues

The screen above

The ocean below

The thunder distance

The headlight under

 

The round corner

The leap

The current; electrified

The peg

The bird

I am.

You are.

The candle burning

The paper wasting

The weight holding

The tight rope

 

I am; you are... always.

I am.

One of them.

Always.

 

With or...

It’s time to go,

I have realized it

That I am a victim

Of abuse and loneliness

Of selfishness and pain

Of murder and draught

Of politics and art

Of love and hatred

Of rape and death

Of slavery and racism

Of sexism and complications

 

Of numbers

and letters

Of signs

and signatures

Of meadows

and pastures

Of priests

and food poisoning.

 

I am the victim.

I always was, always will be.

I am the one,

the one that “they”

are looking for.

 

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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