To hammer a nail straight
and quick with a few strikes
takes practice— to the point:
I stake myself on a cross,
a basic graph to plot
trends and sequences—
facts and numbers,
numbers and facts,
are so easily turned;
so, perhaps a story here
that can plant the horror
will suffice to save us:
Do you hear that? It is
coming. Martyrs laid
out like drying fish;
where distortions and lies
bend all matter to earth
a fetid stench rises.
In a hell so manifold,
your closest friends
will be devoured.
(June 16, 2018)
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