#203 - in the after truth

23.7.20

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in the after truth

where much forgetting

some were diagnosed with it

bitter best

and telling

on a short leash

could still chase tail

have a snap at

whose heels?

you had to read it between the lines

cadences and rush to finale

a waltz around

ask

who was that masked man (?)

so all aglow for glory was

a foot on the neck until …

and say the name so sacred

yes we always will

lay down where we left off

ramshackle truth!

the new house I dream every night

was bright shining once

went everywhere for free

it stood serifed was once sung to be

had to remember then

came with crackling on the rind

and through static too

a lie for instance

the truth has been shut down

was costing too much

we were all telling

buried in an open pit

it’s seldom though noticed

we’ve survived

everything till now

a little nippy out

but woke to a lovely fire

we always were midst of much

iniquity makes this din

now the Cretan liar is king