Guilty.

I’m sure you would plead
Innocence still
Whimpered
From the basket
At the foot of a guillotine.

As if to know no wrong
Means you do no wrong.

Ah, but the cookie did crumble
& the crumbs drew ants
& the ants marched loudly
& in unison
To your homestead
Where they found you
With the jar
& a belly full.
They marvelled at your stupidity
Then they laughed, while you wept.

Whose judgment do you fear
If not your own?
How bizarre it must be
To wash your hands
In the muddied waters
Of your crime
Then present them as
Clean.

As if to know no wrong
Means you do no wrong
& so all is right
By you.