Turn face away look closely at the wall
Grouting or craquelure. And do not hear
Dark plane low overhead. Blowtorches sear
Their bastinadoed feet. They owed it all
Pain. Contumaciously refusing to admit
All that they might have done or said or thought.
Do this free-hearted shamed we think you bought.
Plastic clipped wrists on concrete lie ìn shit.
Denounced suspected mistyped on a list.
Decisions right though wrong they prove us tough.
Atrocities. When one side cries. Enough.
Boy blushed when raped gnawed death hole in his wrist.
Spit on your ashpale face. We'll not forget.
That prize you wanted most you'll never get.