Prepare yourself briefly for one moment's respite
we pause giving thanks to the air of our words
moments of silence postponing the violence
of verbs from which others deterred
the words slip away with sensitive cowardice
candid, they have no place, so blatant
brutally the words malign themselves, tainted
a flagrant affront to the angels is painted
such bitter bruising belittling baritones
blaspheming, blithering, billowing;
bile blowing booms from beyond blood and bones..
the burdened brood..
of beasts below bemoans
as though evil was only a word
never felt, thought or seen, only heard
as if we did not bear witness to the vitriol
like an oil that seethes through the dialectic soil
as if we did not see in reality
that your truth
was a poisonous lie.
