Something Other Than Truth

 

It's something other than truth

When they talk

Something other than truth

Won't let them hear

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