The Watchers

Three watchers dressed in black
stood shoulder to shoulder in dream.

They looked at me through a building
of brick, no visual barrier for these

who had come from another place
to reassure me I have no guilt

in telling the truth. I take their gaze
with gratitude. It isn’t love, but justice
in their look.

 

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