Enforced Consent - More notes on a Generation

This American Truth of ours

we prefer both named and evaded

A holographic ambiguity

where depth depends

entirely

on the angle one has purchased

Even Christ Himself

stepped out empty from his metaphor

and now lingers forlorn and

restless at the edge of town -

Points an anguished

finger towards

Truth

 he’d be happy to sell you

if you could spare a little change