Untrue Detectives

Stuttering upon the sky

Feathers light, delicate and dry

Good and evil speak Hello’s

As the Big Grey wolf Bellows


Simplicity is not an answer

Pleasant lies multiply like cancer

We know it in our ignorance still

Buried deep beneath the Fearsome Hill


The crimes are forever returned

Evidence remains trashed and burned

The wrath of bitter answers unfulfilled

A darkness that finds us all has chilled.

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