who do you accuse?
with your presence
forced violently into
my sleeping life
you smell of cigar smoke
and skin bracer
and yellowing paper
i find you whispered
who do you accuse?
with your menacing glare
behind leathery eyes
formaldehyde suit stiff
you haunt the night
and all other places
where honest men tremble
in labyrinthine sanctuaries
who do you accuse?
and why do i bother to ask
because i know it is me
i know by my fear
i am guilty of nothing
nothing save my fear
but it is enough
cut from my own soul
there is no guilt
there is only suspicion
there is no wrong done
none is needed
i have crawled on my belly
through small holes
walked dirt paths alone
through nightmare lands
i have wandered in mazes
among relics of my life
and watched good men die
from the sin of my fear
hopeless
helpless
but honest
i am who i accuse
who do you accuse?
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