Stand By from Bystanders by Lochrian Poem

As he was driving
He witnessed the horror
She was still alive
Still trying to get off the road
Crawling to the opposite lane.
It all happened fast
and the next car came
followed by another,
and another one.

(followed by another,
and another one.)

He didn’t watch.
He could not stop
and do something about it.
...at least ’tis what I tell myself.
I know you were expecting
someone else.
But, in fact, this is what I fear most.
What I already am.
What you already are.

A new species of passive beings.

I didn’t watch.
I didn’t have the time to stop
and do something about it.

This is why he watched the full moon
and punched the seats of my car

Because he witnessed that helpless, hopeless suffering
and I could (or would) do nothing (at all).
Don’t know if she survived
(please, Schrödinger, oh, please)
and I don’t know which is worse.

She may have kept on living, crippled, in a world of misery.
I was raised to love all souls,
and I mostly do.
But I’ve also learned to defend myself
with the thickest walls of lethargy.

This is why I watched the full moon
and punched the seats of my car.

As I was driving
I witnessed something horrible
And I stood by.

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