I am not here but back there
somewhere, digging around in the same dark
age. I wanted to tell someone
whatever you think. There were no sounds
to be made then, made small
by fear and what I couldn’t comprehend
guilt you’ll perpetuate with your questions
and refusal to believe, denial
that is how it was, is, will be.
You’ve no idea.
Play it down. Close the door. It won’t help.
Behind, there’s nothing
and they are hungry
We can tame them, just listen.
I’ve learned lessons. I can teach.