Exoneration For The Guilty
Exoneration For The Guilty


I know I said I’d never return
This house of cards was made to burn;
I know I said your songs were stale
Your music mercantile, operatic retail.
You clutched my shirt and held my wrist,
Sang my words like a lover, recidivist.
But I snatched the melody from your lips
Traded love for the Muse, in a song frenetic.
Why won’t you say, I told you so?
Tell me I was wrong, pick up the phone.
Sing a song of love or condemnation,
A scream, a kiss, or an exoneration.