Yesterday while I was burying
my lies behind the flowers

I glimpsed a squirrel upon a fence.
He asked me why I must bury lies
when the truth shall set me free.

I informed him that they
are only for safe keeping.

One day I might uncover them
and throw the heaps on souls who I
select to be submerged.

Like on birthdays and lover days
when lies are always tucked

under tablecloths. You see,
at these moments this simple shovel
has so much power.

With just the slightest scuffle
here and there, the earth can crack

unveiling God’s darkest creatures.
Don’t you agree Mr. Squirrel?
But by then the clouds,
much like the squirrel, turned around

and skipped away, leaving me at peace
with my yard work.