Light Sleeper

You were a witnessTo so many crimesIn your lifetime, my friend,No wonder most nightsYou can be foundTestifying in a trialIn some countryWhose languageYou don’t understand.

The proceedingsInterminably slowWith more corpsesBeing dragged inTheir ghastly woundsAs you recall themIn your own eyesAnd news photographs.

You’ll be askedTo return tomorrowSo once moreYou’ll crawl out of bedAnd grope your wayToward the silentCrowded courtroomThey’ve set upJust down the hall.