drained in poetry

you yell his name
when you go for three
shooting trash into the
wastebasket at your job

she yells his name
waking up from another nightmare
from the horrible things he did to her
even though he was found “not guilty”
“by means of being rich and famous”
in a court perhaps of law
but in no way of justice

they yell his name
as though a martyr
though he died by accident
though he lived a monster
who just happened to be
really good at sports

who knows how many other
women scream the same in pain
but never testified out from shame
or fear of a man so powerful and rich
he could always quickly pass the blame
lawyers always happy to make the assist

still, you yell his name
when you flick your wrist
and frankly it just
makes me sick