[after kilpshutz's poem, "Guilty W? An Explanation #2,"
quoted By Patrick Denton Mackay in
This Drawb & Quartered Moon]
The fog was the best
prop---lending atmosphere and
concealment. The knife,
the stinking streets, and those whores---
terrified beyond telling:
these were good props too.
But the blood---that was no prop!
Not out of sight (like
a memory), out of mind---
but never ever---
not ever out of my soul!
Kyakuchuu