Still wet
A knife
Guilt
Disgust
Pain
To make it disappear
Holding a knife
Resentment
Hatred
Anger
Pouring them in
Pouring them in and thrusting forward
The wet hand trembles
Praying to God
At this moment alone
But the ones who judge are humans
Not God
Human law
The god within humans
Imperfections that became god
The law is equal
So they insist
A cold hand
Grasps the heart