Reconcile

A Poem

Is it done
Did they close the door
And move on?

They promised us forgiveness
If we gave them room to see
And swore to leave them well alone
As they rummaged through our lives

Whirling they arrived
Spilling papers from empty trays
Spreading secrets on the floor
Parting curtains drawn against the glare
Banishing shadows put there,
By angry men too old to care
Too grey and feckless to learn to share
What was only known in…