A Nest of Lies

Those little things thatDonā€™t add upOr make sense.Those things thatDon’t sit quite right.Are they concealing something larger? When, finally, we lift this old stone from the mossy earth,Will we find, writhing on the ground,Churning in the dirt,Attempting to flee the scene,Creatures without mouths, without eyes? In place of a man, will we find a nestContinue reading “A Nest of Lies”