A lowdown saffron moon
does not forgive a thing.
Tide rising on the beach
won’t take the fall for this.
Don’t blame some distant tribe;
you don’t belong to one.
You claim the things you want
just like a wild dog.
Forgiveness isn’t mine
to grant, not that I would.
Forgetting wastes the truth;
I’m saving what remains.
Rusty Truck 