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Why do we indict
the last straw?
Surely the first
should share the blame.
Splinter or crowbar,
that first wound,
first blood, first warning of all
that was to come;
the one forgotten,
forgiven, ignored,
denied. That one
and all those
that came between.
The last snowflake
on the collapsing roof
did not bring it down.
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