Truth like rain had fallen
iced and hard.
Perhaps it had blistered
'haps it did burn.
Perhaps that apple
that had fallen
'haps it merely
had a worm.
And perhaps the evil
is only imaginary
the darkness, light tricks,
pain: kindness misconstrued.
Perhaps the demons
merely angels
'haps that God
merely delusion
Someone said.
Someone said!
T'was swiftly and oh so well-spoken
Only, I wonder, only, I hesitate,
For the orators and philosophers
who applaud god-forgetting
and intellect strutting
seem themselves to have forgotten
That someone's
perhaps troubled now,
'haps less than happy now,
for that someone happens to be dead.
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