The Responsible

The never ending trail of life's symptoms
Some were responsible for the creases on her face

She is an owl
Some were responsible for the owlness in her
Eyes so empty it engulfs any light that ventures its path
As it looms back and forth
Left to right. Right to left

A lost duckling
Some were responsible for the genocide of her cries
Legs leading to the gaping cave with NO EXIT
Drenched tongue licking a piece of bone
On a silver platter

A life with no purpose
Some were responsible for her sunken heart
And as she craddle the stones on the pavement

We were all responsible for stepping on her