Last night, again I wandered through the world

where everyone's implicated
as though I'd become a shadow alone,

the lonely implied,
not entangled, not entwined,

bound to keep supplying motive, delivering drive,
tourist, audience, flying trap to trap,

puzzling spectacle to idiosyncratic performance.
I drop crumbs and blood drops,

I scratch initials, waft perfume,
but where do victims dwell?