I heard a cry A muffled scream A woman's I'm sure Late one night As I crossed the Queen's Chapel Bridge No other commuters Tired and insular Heard the noise A sound that punctures Ruptures guilt I should have done more I knew then I should not walk away co*king my head Looking out at the wall of trees I strained to hear Craning my neck There was nothing to see Off the side of the bridge Though black cloaked I knew these creek banks well Seen structures strewn Along the banks Simple shacks to serve As homeless shelter Could that have been the sound Of some illicit commerce? Penniless lovers echoing moans From their concrete suite? No I am certain I heard a cry A woman's scream I'm sure Nauseating fear Gnashes and gnaws Held in place I called out to the void Fingers crossed Hoping my cry Would yield no reply But it did "Everything's fine!" Fear rushed through my torso Stripping me of strength I know this is a lie But not how to respond So reaching for my cell like a coward I dialed 911 The operator was annoyed and unresponsive I doubt the pigs even bothered to check! Then some weeks later at the bus stop I told a friendly rider what I'd heard Silently she stood and listened Then she slayed me with these words: "Years ago my daughter Young and fair, was taken To those woods and raped You probably weren't mistaken About that unseen woman's fate" I heard a cry A muffled scream, I'm sure I should have done more Not just walked away