Truth - Poem by Todd Garland
As I lay dying
the women with eyes of a dog
would not close my eyes for me
as I descended into Hades.
The only truth is dissolution—
helled ruth harrowing chaos—
humility... epistemological nihilism
....salvation from word bred cancer.
Stoned bum … angelic messenger—
menstruating moronic crack-whore
whose blood wont wash from
chapt encrusted hands—
… the body of Christ-child.
I would give you my soul to understand me—
my soul to hear you say “hey bro”,
in that moment—
that lie we became.
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