Brief Poem from an earlier 'semenal'(?) work: The Water Planet, published by SatCen Island Press around 1983, pretty much sums up the Journey of my PTSD

Don't Tell

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Goodnight

He whispered into the senses.

Don't tell.
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I have found that for me, it's very hard to speak about the witnessed trauma, but I can carefully write about it. (For me, it's good to go back to the Reliable Latin Tongue rather than this Upstart Silly English Derivative Lingo-Nervosa Tongue

and to ask,
of all life's hidden,
desperate, secret memories:

Cui Bono? Who benefits"

(The phrase is a double dative construction. It is also rendered as cui prodest.)