I’m crawling though human waste. In my mouth—on my tongue I can taste—all the bad choices, fear-based. Guilt and shame, red-faced. Every step, a slog, in haste… in haste. We think we keep the closets clean. And I know you know what I mean. The skeletons are there, but rarely seen. It doesn’t change the bloody scene. I count one, in the dark, cowering from the sun. I count two, huddled tight, still afraid of you. Three, a family, that used to be. Another four, maybe more, you’ve locked behind this door. I’m crawling though human waste. In my mouth—on my tongue I can taste—bad choices, fear-based. Guilt and shame, red-faced. Every step, a slog, in haste. Bodies pile, vile, soaked in bile. And, all the while, we file them away with a smile… mile after mile, we’re not on trial. We’ve escaped our trial. We’ve escaped our trial. We’ve escaped our trial. We’ve escaped our trial while the bodies pile. The lives we destroy, we’ll pile with a smile… oh!
