All the parts of me gather 
in a narrow room with color-shifting walls
and dirt floors – 

pillager and prey
all take in the evidence

Have we been here before? 
How long 
does it take a lie to decompose?

I carry stones with angry arms
looking over my shoulder expecting (fearing)

to be overthrown. 
Only parts of us will survive 
the crime-scene. 

One hand won’t tell
what the other did, but bones take longer 
to disappear, and won’t leave  me 
any alibi.