SAND BLISTER

I lied about the calm
there was no pastoral mum sweeping the open.
boycott me from the page - lift the ink
and rewrite something less damaging  
unmix the terror
and snapping dog chains
and ego
and "do you really mean it?"
because in truth we never evacuated
or rebuilt
we looted raw sewage
bird watched for missiles
and fuck if it wasn't the most unloved day the clouds let be seen.