FILM NOIR

0n dark rainy
nights you
save us
in a Hitchcock
mood of doubt,
the deaths of another
by reputation
or murder which can
be the same guilt
as in a Dostoyevsy tale
we confront
our own Raskolnikov
in our awed sensibility
as we are scarred
and scared
by every scene
on black and white
as distress calls
our voices grow smaller
we are watching you
from the passing faces
in the hands
of a vibrant score
knowing we are the movie.