Finger Pointing Poem by Dorsey Baker

pretending insanity
you try
to kill
the dead
already
you come in a crowd
ready for war
masky yourself in
so many others
you feel no nakedness
no responsibility
for yourself
or your victims
you bring in your hands
the rope
that will
hang you
howling to the wind
the animal
that hides in you
it comes out
showing itself full of rage
you must let let it take
charge of you
or you will explode
prison or death
it makes you decide
you point the finger
at everybody
but yourself