when truth made the nation to see despite the dark
night was freed of its rapist.
she'd wailed about the heros crushed and shipped out,
unloaded in the in-between
always splitting sight from sight
the moon gouged of its tongue
there would be no tales of loss
ringing at 0300
steely birds snated prey, from the sandy cage
its masters made
and bore them westbound
under night's cover
under her covers, under her dress
they operated in her dignity,
the abused void in the wake of
her innocence,
when truth made the nation to see despite the dark,
night was long bloodied,
her weeping
a background, inaudible
oh the heros, she'd wail, oh the heros I've seen
smothered in my lightlessness,
smuggled in the name of their master's righteousness
nation see in my darkness
but where the eye turns from
winced shut,
so the ear, to that where, will close itself for comfort
and the steely birds continue
their hunt, pulling son from brother
finding refuge in the rape of night
while truth tries to make the nation see despite the dark
and the night waits alone,
without the speaking moon.
Erik-
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