Truth sometimes
behaves like an animal
before those
who would treat her so
Truth sometimes
bends over backward
in submission
to a flag
Truth sometimes
has to flee or be
carried in a suitcase
Truth must be handled gently
to remain intact
so Truth
must be separate
from fact
Truth in the face of lies
is a wounded woman
Truth has thorns for her defence
Truth will not use them
Truth is not plastic not metal
Truth is not looking for a bet to settle
Truth sometimes
wanders these streets mad
sun in her eyes at midnight
pleading with every drunk
and beggar
for the look of a lover
Truth cannot, however,
be other
Truth may face lies
Truth may drop her disguise
Truth may be the death
of a wounded woman
but above all Truth
is a person
