twisting and turning and bound
in ruthlessly tormented knots
voices debating linguistic precision
while torn lips scream in silence
flesh consumed by carelessness
clawed by neglect and arrogance
bodies broken and bent beneath
the weight of his angry moans
she whimpers to gods grown deaf
and dumb and perfectly pointless
and though they stonily gaze
in deathly pallor, still they hear
still they see more than the eyes
of ignorant man, chafing at the bit
pitilessly craving brutal pleasure
peeling her skin, cracking her bones
driven by his lust to be feared—
such compulsion beggars belief
Salt Lake City 21 Aug 2012
George Ellington 
Wow. I think even Mr. A would agree. An angry poem about a brutal subject, and so very well done.
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Thank you, Susan. You and others have already written so well in response to his ignorant statement. I think I just needed to say something about what rape really is: not sex. Violence. Ruthless cruelty. The very thought of which pains me so terribly.
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Yes, George. Said so well, again. I wish we did not have to write about this. Really. But we should and we must.
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