Wooden Stakes at Midnight


I watch thru the bay window,

as she falls to fright.

I watch thru the bay window,

as she puts up a fight.

I am an outsider here…lurking in the blunt safety of night.

Cool to the touch.

Translucent and fetal…

And, unwittingly…the only insider without a safety net.

She and only she, knows how the heart breaks.

Only a relative outsider…can pitch a life saving wooden stake.

No prayer here.

Only convulsed angry faith.

A vile allegiance to the hand striking…midnight.

Duty bond to stay out of sight.

My only task…be quiet, be good.

I watch in bewilderment with my own vision of rage.

Always raw.

Always new.

Whispering to the murkiness,

‘What of…

do as I say…

not as I do.’

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