Hello, I wanted to tell you I'm a liar
Placeholder for the ones you can't forget
Your lost and handheld sympathies
Which keep everyone in suspense.
The dirt beneath our feet knows all you're feeling
As the stink of four-foot forceps bears witness to the chaos
To the crimes they once called hers; she calls bemused
To tell me there's another stratus on the rise
If there is enough pale platitude in this
Can we throw on one other:
habeas corpus, ergo sum
ecce homo contra ius commune
It's no great i/dea/l (as you will)
to give water to the drowning
Painting portraits of the days
Which once called home.