My First Rape

My First Rape

Can't tell

Whether Mozart or Mendelsohn playing

A bad Thursday

Patches of ice I remember

That the rest

Fuzzy head waking up

For a good while didn't know

Couldn't figure

My first rape

My loving brother and wife

Made me listen to music

Healing they said

Days and days

40 nights

Listening to Bach concertos

Some Vivaldi

Then old blues

Lots of jazz

For whatever reason

 I don't remember the second

Some big shot said

Must have been traumatic

Why not an asylum

They have music

The third  in asylum

No good remembering

Trying to forget

Smells sounds faces

Note:

 20,000 destroyed lives of pain doctors in America in the last 10 years. Most left financially destitute many imprisoned many victims of assaults. I was one of them.