red handed pants down


there were no shelters for trial
sudden light shone white and severe, hurting the staid hand
where failure had lept to its feet
pronouncing disparate tones of a quiet moment
in lockstep with those in hiding
accusations of biological mothers and strangers
the both of them splaying out obvious faults
as we situate, manage, provide all that is wrong
acceptance swept under embarassing mirrors or totems
afterlives crying and judgments kept
all of the guilty sobbing and caught
might have colored you vulnerable, maybe just, harboring your best excuses
paying for the stolen between lies and seperate hells

and for excuses we make fetishes
remind ourselves of a dark and practical shame
beyond and behind remorse or mercy
loving and paying dearly, decidedly done until over
given another try