shall I enter into falsehood
to sow a seed of truth…
there are barren grounds,
that even with the sprinkles of fertilizers they get
could only wrinkle weeds from the healthy seeds they swallowed.
and they have made a covenant with peace,
to find it
every time they set forth to ruin the efforts of fruitfulness,
and a little joy.
but I have made intercessions with Muse,
that their sins be leached away,
and that she warm her way into their roots,
and make them an offering to the pen.
to burn at her stake,
and break for her sake,
without an inkling.