The devil lies in the detailsin this world that is a stageWe entertain, and celebrate facadesFickle slogans trump substance
The scent was on it, the lie uncovered,the rag doll body lying in a pile of leavesalong the casement that had just been louvered,underneath…
What is this mark upon the wall?
This rusty smear,
Does the tenant have a tale to tell?
Should he fear to share it all