Lies we tell

Word your argument, scholar.

Take the truth and cut it

dismember it

piece by piece

disfigured

distilled

it's eyes and fingers

liquefied in your cauldron

the stench of its melting flesh on your nose

--a good scholar does not balk--

to fit into your academic mold

a monstrosity we've sewn together

an arm, a leg

a patch of hair

pieces of the truth

a grotesque concubine of the philosophers of old

old white men inhabiting bodies that aren't theirs

so that their lies may live forever.

Reviews

[Susan O'Reilly]

fab descriptive write a tangled web indeed x

[Sue Hart]

I like the way it flows. The truth it speaks in such a slippery way. I followed from authonomy.