Yes

Yes, we should exhume the shame of our deeds,
shame of what we did, of that we didn't,
how we looked away, stood frozen in fear,
not that this will purify us, it won't

now is so much too late for purity,
only time to give account of horror,
the horror that we do, not lost in night
but out in plain sight and committed here

that I appall myself, must bear the pall
of my own insignificant self
which yet weights me, and grinds me to be dust,
little of heart that I am, must I show

for shame that rectifies nothing at all
yet pulls forth threads of dazzle from our dark