Guilty is not
A father’s hug
Won’t undo
A family’s grieving
The children
Littered on asphalt
Their warmth
Watering the rock

Every victory isn’t joyous

A cause for celebration
This is not
How broken a clock
That we celebrate
It’s being on time

Do lungs inflate
Guilty
Pray guilty
On a stained-glass altar
Can guilty strum the strings
Sing the song of justice

Do we win
Ever in
Our Death

Is a win
Still a win
If there is no breath