Natasha Ashwe
For the ballistic powers governing me
For the tonics of my existence
And the clusters of cosmic matter where I breed
Forgive me for what you are
For all the things I will never be
I love you for you persistence
But I cut you up by my constant disbelief
Do not forgive my anger
Or the violence of my undoing
For the poisonous substance
That sustains all my animal greed
Do not forgive the ghastly murder
All the plains of needless ruin
For the inane and unjust blanks
And the plunder of this soul that you grieve
Forgive me for my scars
For your sunlight that exposes these
Evidences of the silence
Upon which my mindless chatters feed
Forgive me for the dark
That I pull over my fleas
It is I that give their voices strength
And it's vain toil without relief
Do not forgive my blunders
Or hold me blameless for my sin
Marvel at the depths to which I've sunk
And let me drown in my evil deeds
But do not forgive the rudders
The billowing sails or the guiding winds
I stare up at them from my cabin bunk
For all I have done is breathe!