Between the slats I see a nefarious lady Like medusa, but barbed wire For hair, and screaming for help. Beads of blood rush down her face, Over her ears, crying On her own shoulders. Calling an ambulance, I could not think What else to do with her. I stayed on my side of the fence, After seeing her go inside, Her husband, frantic and voice tremeloes. He has her now, I thought. I called for help, I thought. She’ll be alright, I thought. I did not think to follow up. |