Truth 3
TRUTH 3
Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead
Blood spurting, soiling fine furs
of humanoids at play with
slick lies and shallow Hansard words
They try to acupuncture Truth
Blood that stains and weeps and weeps
blood that runs and runs and will not hide
Truth collapsing in a heap in a corner
Rise up again and again
pulled firmly by the hair
with wide open fingers
To find amethysts in hard hearts
to cradle them to Moon for blessing
connect it with fluffy clouds
where little girls see God
To be washed by midnight rain
plait it softly with invisible links
where choralists sing falsettos in
unbroken voices
Truth then waltzes with Love
women with baby curls taste hot bread
Truth springs up again
She rises from oceans and mountains
Forever
Right here !
(View recital of poem by Poet on YouTube @ghairodanielspresence)
©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1990
Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | Year Posted 2023
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