The Truth the Hole in the Truth

by

Hay Machine

(so help me Bob)

I want to know said the learned chair
what happened that night in the bank
this room is drained by law's decree
of every drain of empathy

I must make a jigsaw from fragments of speech
look at your faces for traces of bleach
what matters is not what has happened to you
but all that went on when the moonlight was true

What were you doing in dirt to your knees
when the moths were out dancing on mid-Summer breeze
your colleague the weak one his plump and your fright
when the constable turned-on his issue flashlight

I was drunk your good Lordship on privilege gin
I cannot remember unable to sin
I often wake up in unusual place
my wife and my fam'ly are used to disgrace

This evidence points if it evidence be
that you must have had hand in this grim mist'ery
so I sentence you now to a lifetime of doubt
your linnen besoiled with its shirt hanging out

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