Do not leave your Aphrodite in marble uncarved and uncouth
do not be afraid of the chisels of truth.
Even though the truth has fearsome canines and guards,
even though always by fears it is barred.
Be afraid of
your truth being harrowed
and scarred.
like apples of your teeth falling tooth by tooth
from the trees of your youth
like Hobble from
the branch of Adam‘s tree.
For
just the truth would set you free,
that holds,
the ark of your faith
from drowning in such a trembling sea,
like a whiteness of sugar lamp.
melting in
a pot of dark bitter tea,
Even though we're brittle like birds,
those who scare us off the tree
and scar our words
are
the sheep and shepherds of such docile herds.
They are the prison guards
of their own
dooryards.
