Perhaps

My coming from his
dark love and your love
Perhaps it never caught you

Perhaps I am innocent

Your celluloid dream bought you a
shiny exile in the badlands
But it was your dream
Your hope
           It was a hook,
           hooking meat
           where both your meats met,
making me meat.

Perhaps I am innocent.

Perhaps this sentence is commuted
in this pall continuum where
we know each other.
Perhaps that’s your fault.

It doesn’t matter, the execution still happens.

The axe against the flagstone still
scares you

and I still feel the guilt.