Ministry of Deceit
Was it a Sunday evening
When you left a window carelessly open
You rang first that gong of betrayal?
Was it one high noon
When you thoughtlessly fed her bones of the lamb
You sang first that litany of duplicity?
Was it under a moonlit sky
When your face flowered in surreptitious joy
You knew first that triumph of transgression?
Was it under a kitchen light
As you lay bare fish bones of guilt
You exorcised first imprudent trust?
A Saturday, a Monday,
Pearly light, yellow light, in the dark
Eighty-six thousand four hundred ways exist.
To baptize the fool
Smug in the knowledge
She will never be deceived.