A handful of truth and answers
Sprinkled over the upward-turned faces
Eyes closed, mouths agape
Desperate for puzzle pieces.

Long self-assured 
What they would look like
When they came,
But they just bounced 
off foreheads
and shoulders
and fell down 
around their feet

And were left trampled and unrecognized
Still blowing about in little skiffs
Around the edges of the field
After all had gone.

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