To Kill Care

That can change us all to be,
To know what is true for truth,
And what’s true for truth is that

No one can be true to truth.
We work as long as we can.
We try not to kill the cat.

Each time, each, is the first time
In our life. It’s just a lot
Of first times seem like old times,

Which is why we start to lie.
A word is not for one time,
But truth is not for all times

And in that gap’s where we thrive.
We learn to count, the best lie.
We try not to kill the truth,

But care for the truth too much
And truth, that fat cat, too stuffed,
Dies. Let it out to hunt lies.

The heart and bones of a lie
That threw tints and songs in flight,
Are like truth’s own heart and bones,

And it’s sad to see a wing
Or just a head with closed eyes.
It’s hard to be true to truth,

But just as hard to be true
To lies. Sing when you can. Fly.
The truth can’t be on your side.