Did we, did you, did any of us…so do
As we strove for the frissons offered, far
Dreams in disaster stroked like pets
Of murderous intent; crow’s beak bowed
With what casual evil keeps it open.
To hear those voices craving, raving,
Crying for a taste of voyeurism yet safe
From the horrors which hard perpetuate
The world we barely know at screen’s reach;
So close yet far, speech dried in cultured mouths.