Do you like poking at truth
as if it’s road kill?
Do you?
Struck on that poisonous road
to nowhere– into the mist.
Yes?

But it ain’t dead.

It’s wounded but kicking.
And you want to drag it
off the road and leave it for
the crows to eat.

Yes, the black crows that
ate Judas’ flesh.

Do more than poking, my friend.
Take it home and make it
your friend, let it heal,
and let it run again
so it is free.

And now the sun is shining.

13/3/2025