A carving of a woman’s torso
in the red metal that makes up
the bathroom stall explains
to kids on car rides what their
parents always hide behind old fables.
The scary parts of life always
sneak up on people now
appearing as a glitch
in the illusion. Like looking
through a tinted window at the sun
we have a tendency to jump the gun.
This is made clear
so very early on in Genesis.
Others stand in perfect
circles chanting words
that no one knows,
and something hears them,
and it tells them with its fire.
It bathes the candle wicks
in flame while
hooded figures spread
the blame and hands
made out of shadow
take on shape in every corner
of the room.
Old Fables
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