Alternative Facts
I cannot change the past, but hope to find
Some solace in alternative facts which
Alter what happened, but the truth will bind
Itself to me like a constrictor stitch
Too tight around the open wound, the pain
Forever constant with a heart-beat, each
Time blood caresses artery and vein,
The life it gives me will my truth impeach,
Citing each lie I would promote, to change
The bias of eternity, despise
My patent falsehoods, but to re-arrange
The shape of something will not form devise,
When the essential matter is the same,
And truth still is true, falsehood false to blame.
