Accusations

“I believe it was Robert D. Hare, was it not?”
I was on a cliff edge as they scrambled for the past.
Fascinating insights; but Jesus Christ, faking empathy?

All of my lovers have adored petting dogs, but do I judge?
I’m always the other side of the street anyway, as a constant, that’s all,

Drawing parallel lines
Unaware—unseen—in the bushes.