These deeds that force the siren into loud
obtrusive song, propel me out of ease
and land me far from solid ground. I dance
on edges, looking down, prepared to fall,
and yet I know these shrill alarms that ring
are tricky bells that live to lie to me.
So once again I stand in anxious dread
with hose in hand, awaiting flames to fight
while still aware there never was a fire.
She hooked a line and cast it down my throat,
the weight of bait sinking down to the far depths
I never thought she’d reach. I felt a sharp
tugging at my insides as her gaze searched
fishing for truth within the secret sea
until snap! a catch! She gave one strong pull
and all the words I never planned to say
came flooding and tumbling out of my mouth.
I am exposed, gutted, laying out flat,
a fillet of honesty on a slab,
and yet this cold evisceration brings
the sense that I’ve been freed of some burden.
Prayerful priests converge in a shrouded crowd, their
shielded faces smile, tight-lipped mouths ascribing
blame, and tongues anointing sick souls till floods of
holy spit save them.
Human beasts, the frail victims lost in wonder,
need the tales of Gods to trap doubts, ensnare the
strange desire to search within. Truths, of course, have
long been decided.