In Disagreement Poem by Marcus McKinley

Have you been
foisted?
Into contrived
untenable
silence
In obstinate fear of
your future sins

If I have sinned
then why?

Feeling remorse,
As well I should
I break the space
of apocryphal silence
With utterances
of penitence
This my
confession of no
religion, I now
as then spill
sacraments
of irreconciliation
These moments
for you, I am
unforgiving

so, I pose the
questions again
unwilling