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.
