Poems

Consciousness is unsparing

Consciousness is unsparing
It gnaws at you
What are you guilty of?
Of some forgotten
or exaggerated thing
Of the sensation of being burned
by words you drape over the unnameable
and of being glued to your seat
while sipping your coffee?
Dare to say it:
despite being clean of evil
you are its hostage
Can we appease the butcher's heart
change our humanity?
Nobody's got the answer
redemption, Redemption
you murmur
that insoluble equation