i write this litter to you
this **** of determination
to pile upon what went wrong
between the you and us
and the wash that lapped oily over us

these pickings form these words
and riddle this confusion
i intended this as a cleansing incineration
but didn't tack
into account
the polluting smoke
a signal pointing us out
for the investigation of others
they see only the ugly pillar
and smell the plastics
and melting paints
and consider our whole deal
vile and criminal
they see none of what an aura
we once created

that's now a scrap
i try to net and haul