Guilty As Seen Poem by Awasum Terrence

echokoloh! spittle fills mouths
hmmmm! palms grip nostrils
like brown leaf shed by a tree for its outfit and inability
no affection nor sympathy but rebuke
Jefferson's face of God it can only be
squatting in agony, nothingness and emptiness
pretty as filth, guilty as seen
crucified without sin
nothing but the echos of himself to cheer
not even a gaze 4 no one cares
nothing but these rags to share
a will to gift, no gift to will