The Fall Of The House Of The Liars.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

hidden beneath the layers of soil
and heaps and heaps of dry leaves
after several dry seasons
is the bullfrog,

it is kept there for good because when
it starts to croak
on such a deep, determined and truthful voice

our little world will be turning into
chaos...

perhaps out of respect for such a free creature
we promise to set it free
in due time
when the rain is heavy, when thunders roar,
when the flood comes and takes away everything
around this little place
this narrow river
so that when it croaks the truth about us
the rain and thunder may still conceal
what we fear the most

that shame of the future
this scandal,
this fall.