Sculpture, detail, Mapua, April 2018, canon, ©Sylvie GTime hang heavy on your hands
but your doubts are muche slower
to answer for their crimes.
The ready-made questions at
the microphone of the infidels
are asked through glass
stained with bitterness.
And you run to lose your breath
or smother the rancour or
be dragged in a pond of remorse
while wiggling your hips
and singing loudly.