It used to be much easier to forgive than to forget,

That was before ‘culture’.

The wasteland makes you grip to an outrage of spontaneity

Whether yesterday (not likely) or ten years ago,

Not thoroughly consciously aware that it’s gripped like a clam does a sand grain.

‘I Was!’ the injury confirms.

I was a receiver, now barricaded behind scar tissue and nutrient-bare soil?

Meaning from molehill

Storyline from dwelling

I Was might as well become I Am