Annar in the Inbetweens

These men take them away,
      the ones with twitching heads
      that scream and shout
              I’ve seen them cry 
The men in suits with pepper spray
and tazer guns drag them into trucks
taking them by the carloads.

      the ones pulled from society
      they grab my skirt and sit on me
      saying something about
      somethin’ about love and the devil

     I wonder what they think
     how they think, what they feel.
     If they know where they are going
     or how they got ahold of Quantum Physics.

     I wonder what happened to them
     who touched them, who hurt them
     what blood they have seen spilled
     what drugs swim in their blood

     who loves them and why
     their mother, their father
     their children and God—
          where are they?
     
     better yet, where are they,
     these people dragged away,
     with needles in their pockets
     as they shout to me

     word for word versus of 
     Revelations and Genesis
              they are forgetful, I think.
     as they touch my face
     and ask me “why, oh why?”

                I don’t know why, man, human-being,
                who is not much different from me,

                       because I forget to shower
                       and sometimes cannot afford to eat
                       and forget how to sleep and how to love
                       and forget about God and about the stars
                                             (too)

                 I don’t know why, stranger
                 why they take you away by the carloads.


but I’m so sorry that they do.
(I’m so afraid they’ll drag me too.)