Behind
The shield of the truth
Hide and clamour,
Liars.
Venom laden swords
Accustomed
To tearing through
The gauziest fabrics
Claim,
To be scabbards,
Today.
Out on the streets
Under
The million feet
Soil,
Enduring,
The weight of bastard charcoal
Riddled,
With the thoughts of
Unholy copulation
Bear witness
To an intoxication
Aroused
From the nub of the sacred
And
Margins of frustration.
In between them
Lay
The arrest of the nation.
