The truth of the standing Oak tree
But chopped down and put
Into a blaze of fire
What truth would it be?
The truth of the salmon fish
But caught by the fisherman
And broiled up and put into
His belly
What truth would it be?
The truth of a crawling spider
But stomped and smashed
Into the very ground it walked on
What truth would it be?
The truth of the spring tulips
But cut and contained in a vase
For show as they whither away
What truth would it be?
The truth of a forest deer
But hunted down
And mounted on a wall
What truth would it be?
The truth of the lustrous mink
But killed and skinned
For his coat
What truth would it be?
Man is the killer of truth.
