Your anger

removes the bolts of your mind

so that it wobbles –

like a china plate on a table

and then in a sudden movement

I cannot anticipate


on the hard floor.


I blame myself

that I did not catch it in time.


Then – the insanity

that takes from you your reason –


and in your suspicion I am found wanting –

but you told me that would happen –

that night, in my car,

when you thought the radio was talking

just to you –

giving you messages of warning

of a coming war.


Then you deputized me

the watcher of the western front.


What we did not anticipate:

that men cannot discern

the weird from the wounded

the accusation from the allegation

and I am told by grave voices

to leave you alone.


And so I am.