On Lower Broadway

The camera crews were out in force Lined up, a dozen deep; Hoping when their prey emerged, They’d get a glimpse or peep. They made me think of vultures As they circle in the sky, Just waiting for their target To give up the ghost and die. Both cameramen and vultures Do their thing so they can eat. Their victims can’t do anything But suffer their defeat. I’m not exactly sorry for The man accused of rape. It’s time for him to face the fact He’s trapped and can’t escape. Yet seeing all those cameras Poised and aimed just like a threat, I wonder if we need to see The pictures that they’ll get. Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)