Trouble is tearing
and the one thing left to count on
is tainted by self-righteous conviction.
The blue in the sky is burnt.
The answer that arrives is conspicuous
and truth sits on the post unable
to touch ground on either side.
Abiding in power, abiding in
religious hate – all the gates of evil
are unlatched and the songbird lies
flat, stiff-legged on its side like
a mutated lullaby. What is called love is squishy,
retractable and never a priority.
Trouble is full and always filling
the cracks in every open seam.
What is called good gets its name
from the TV screen and the golden-calf-god
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2016
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