Particular Moments

Bring me the Truth,

Truth

Like naked bones

Of the Dead—

Now

Foul and ghastly, but

In time

Factual and harmless.

So

Toss and Slam and Shove

The Truth

To me,

Blinding and caustic

It might

Presently be,

But spared I will be

From eternal

Sorrows—

Invoked by the

Fleeting, empty smile

And the briefly comforting

Lies

You wear

And tell

So well.