6.8.2023 - Reason of Guilt

6.8.2023
Reason of Guilt

We think we know her.
Her life so plotted,
The details flayed before us,
Her shame and grace,
Filleted around her in ribbons.
Dissection of intentions,
The bones of her meaning,
Cracked to expose the marrow,
To lick every scrap bare.
We starve.
We yearn.
We beg and reject and demand.
Yet, no matter how many tell-alls,
We don't know inside her mind.
We cannot walk the frigid hallways,
Of the chambers of her heart.
Birth date, tax records, transcripts,
Job history, record of deceit,
Plagiarism or perjury,
But the phone records are too bare.
The details do not reveal.
The lies and half-truths,
Do not explain the meat,
The toothsome desire,
We slaver and pant for,
The blood we howl from.
The reasons for the actions,
The logic and the lies.
But we watch her.
We assemble the scant facts,
We speculate from our armchairs,
Our vaulted detectives pose,
Sleuth hats firmly donned,
And our fine tooth combs ready,
To find the truth or the logic,
Where it never was.
Because we may have reasons,
But they cannot tell us why.