RACI
Where to place
The ache
What space
Would it take?
Who to hold accountable
For the words drenched in venom
The man that spits them
24 hours each day per annum?
The hand
That strokes the man
Singing hymns of exoneration
Vague narration.
The hand that brushes
His unwashed hair
From his furrowed brow,
Shameless.
Seductive whispers of perfection
In flawed ears.
Hush, hush if you could.
Decades of delirious glory
Robs a child of his manhood.
Hush let me tell you a story.
A man’s claim to innocence
Is the same as his claim to fame
Believed by those who share his name
Frantic in their holy cleanse.
Ideals chaotic
Delusions of excellence
Arrogance genetic
Memory influenced.
What’s holier
Than a man
Of relative morality
Applied sparingly?
Spatter grimy water
Deep within
To wash away the sin
Of wounding another man’s daughter.
The woman who in the face
Of his blistering tirade
Shielded her eyes
From his scathing gaze.
They chant a guilty melody,
Acquitting him.
A ballad of female tragedy,
Hold his hand and sing.
