The Living Broken (Poetry)

Denial

No, I didn't do it.
He waited and he pondered and he thought.
No, I didn't do it.
He rephrased and said and he repeated.
No, I didn't do it.
He tried to convince to explain to elaborate.
No, I didn't do it.
He cried and he sobbed and he screamed.
No, I didn't do it.
Through clenched teeth and sweaty palms and shifting eyes.
No, I didn't do it.
He gave up as the man bled to death.
No I didn't do it.
For I did nothing when he was dying.