Lies

Do not live in the house of bones and ash
where the gray shirts talk and talk about
justice consequence desserts while
scooping out the meat of their own souls
I do not know who is closer to that thin
veil between here and there or if a
division of place exists anywhere
except on paper do the officers
drop the poisonous cloak

of dehumanization

of anger

of abuse

when they walk out of these prison gates
truth and not truth to tell it
do not dwell in this charnel house
but in the house of literature
where sunflowers offer a
kind of absolution
do not abide
the house of
fence and razor wire