The Poetry of
Jack Scott

An Appeal

I made of your omissions
a crime against my truth
and tried you in my heart.

I found you guilty
without penalty.
That fell on me.
That was the crime.

We said we would talk
about these and other things,
but we must be in quorum.

In these meetings I hold alone
I am less than half of us.

I loved myself the most
while loving you,
so now I love me less.


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