Poem: Truth

He had a little truth;
He held it with his might.
A little, shining thing
To get him through the night.

Someone with wider eyes
Showed him a bigger truth:
Something to tantalize:
Truth upon truth on truth!

Truth threatened all he knew.
His precious world went turvy.
Truth used to be so straight,
And now it was so curvy!

He cut his truth in two.
(It was easier to hold.)
Half went into the bin.
Half he held till he sold.

Gary Corseri
{p}Gary Corseri has posted and published articles, fiction, poetry and dramas at Common Dreams, CounterPunch, Dissident Voice, The New York Times, Village Voice and hundreds of other venues internationally. His dramas have appeared on Atlanta-PBS and elsewhere.He has performed his work at the Carter Presidential Library.{/p} {p}His books include the novels, A Fine Excess: An Australian Odyssey and Holy Grail, Holy Grail: Quest East, Quest West{/p}

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