Tuesday, June 8, 2021


If we'll never 
be able to 
get things straight, 

maybe we can 
at least 
get them even—

if it isn't 
too late,

make the harm 
that we've suffered 

roughly equal 
to the weight

of the blame 
we have cast

like hot lead 
into bars 

which we clench 
with our hands, 

and then rattle 
and shake

having long ago 
lost our own
furious track 

of whether 
they were forged  
to protect 

something good
or contain 
what went bad.