New piece by Dave Migman

The myth of the truth is…

Poor Dolores, sitting there beneath the assault
prodding and prying for “truth”

Did you know the moon faced boy?
Did you scent musk of crazy earth?

Her eyes rinse, widen, shakes her heads
conviction and denial
and when the results are revealed
to finger twisting audience
it is no longer truth they wish for
but lust the machine's lies
for the polygraph is right
science says so
we can't refute science

And when she contradicts
(shouts and rapturous applause)
they have what they want
condemned by her words
even though she stirs, cries, tears
and disbelief is horror in her throat
they crowd on in with sharpened sticks


• Dave Migman

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