Forgiveness

Collective guilt visiting the sins of the fathers is the lynchpin of dictatorship

This bazaar shape that morality takes when sheep go on the hunt for wolves

Wolves that are age long dead

We need a climate change

We need to look into the eye past the collective mask

and touch the individual soul.

Touch his shoulder

Offer her unearned smile

Embrace

Let the awkward moment cleanse

Remake

Renew

I will not look into the eyes of the pack or the flock

But I will look into yours

Will you look into mine

Will you see

I want to see

Do you

This hatchet, with so much blood

So much memory

It’s not even ours

Let us cast it into the sea