It's something other than truth
When they talk
Something other than truth
Must rise like a cobra
In a basket
And sway and strike
"My check isn't coming
I can't pay my bills
My doctor is gone
I am dying"
Something other than truth says
"You are not dying
Because you are not real
There are owners of emerald mines
There are those meant
to work and die
In the pale green light
Of the narrowing tunnels"
Something other than truth
Like an esophagus shot through
With a Johannesburg diamond
Like a crane metallic-ripping
The land that forms an island
In the middle of a lake
Digging and removing
Disappearing land
To finally falter
And topple
And vanish
Itself