Corrections: Ode to Shaye and Lady Ruby
Corrections:
Ode to Shaye and Lady Ruby
They are light-sensitive, these charlatans,
Operating from shadow,
Eager to conceal labors grisly,
Gritted,
Gargantuan in their malevolence,
And titillated to an audience cruel,
As the misdeeds of a rival.
They would champion the desecrations
They celebrate in private banquet.
They would herald their cruelty as boon.
They would espouse their atrocities
As recompense for the infractions
They assign to their detractors,
But practiced by themselves behind the veils of piety
They shout in the streets.
They make bewilderments
In session they call
For just that purpose,
Smokes and smogs to conceal their rot:
Confusions manufactured from vapors.
They will not abide the pierce of daybreak,
Illuminations breaking through the mists,
They weave about themselves as concealment
From accusations they can no longer evade.
Too strident become their calls.
Too often their obscurements fade.
Too long they stand
Behind bulwarks of clouded argument,
Convolutions unwound by hard fact.
They are light-sensitive, these charlatans.
The darkness bleeds away
And they stand exposed,
Purveyors and practitioners of depravities,
Deceptions,
And decadence of every sort.
It is past time corrections are made.
Cliff Lake 7/26/2023
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