Why don’t you tell me that half-smile with
those heavy-lined eyes I don’t want to
re-litigate the past but we know
there was never a proper trial and
that girl with the pineapple shirt her hair
bowed up a serious moonface she knew
you knew we all knew what wasn’t said
but acidly with a bark or shout
so I told you and then I witnessed
I saw and I named and we went on
together with all the names we needed
to piece the whole truth and to listen —
White Cat Grove 