Holy truth of humankind does not exist.
For I could tell a thousand wretched stories...

Freedom is a crushed cerebral cortex,
the silencing of human nature...

I must restrain from nursing you-
from thinking you and I are kin from common hurt...

Even fettered as I am now,
the chains are not so bothersome...

I shrugged back on my scanty shirt
and told you to whisk away...

Generosity,
thy name is woman...

My sister took a goblet dive
in the autumn woods...

There is no need to smooth out the terrain-
for who’s heart would bob and burst...

The women cry through day and night,
they bathe in sundry tears...

Toil endlessly
for that sharp second of pleasure...

The wavering councillor
decanted diluted aid...

‘There is no God but God’,
the prophets said...