We are about as near to the truth now
as we ever were

and what about the truth?

the whole truth was
wrapped in gunny sacks and
shipped off to the isolation ward?

the truth got bored with waiting
the truth is under sedation

lies are easier to swallow
or to be crammed into the syllabus

is it just us as a species that fall
into spectacular chasms?

I’ve always just been almost

like Caspar

It’ll fall into place
the truth will get up to
slap me in the face and
I’ll take it as a personal

It’s yesterday where the truth lies
it’s just playing dead.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.