i saw you in the dark
with your shovel.
you threw the evidence
in a hole.
i heard the anxious
rhythm, the shoveling
of dirt, your desperate
breathing,
your cover up.
in the light of day,
you smile at your
constituents
and wave your bible.
it might be the ugliest
book ever written,
used to deceive,
to hold back,
to control,
over and over again.
if you ever get caught
you’ll probably say,
“the devil made me do it.”
you’ll fake a few tears
and the loyal idiots
will follow you like
lost dogs begging
for their next meal.
but the truth is that
the devil is you
and you tried to hide
your face in the dirt.
someday the wind
will blow and the rain
will flood the earth,
exposing the root,
unburying the truth.
