Susan Smith Nash
Society made me:
like canyons, flooded and deep,
like drowned caves,
never to be discovered.
The truth is not free –
I see it dammed up,
on the other side of the spillway
we drive across;
truth impounded
the flow refused,
and I gather husks, taste salt
climb the new, tall walls.
I dare not float across the sky
face-up
heart skipping like a flat stone
skimming smooth waters
incriminatingly
the breeze dries me
the flag is bluer than blue today,
the lake is wider than wide
and likewise artificial.