Painting over with words, leaving the image
as it was, yet now there is a horse scratching
its behind against a tree in it, because so it
was written by Auden. A horse not born
of a brush and paint but words printed
on pages, and words, words matter more
and have a power to bend what the eyes
see. Don't make so much out of it, one
might say, he just remembered wrong,
but this is the same power manifest
that brought the world to ruin as Auden
wrote, words made nations believe
they saw what wasn't there
and to massacre innocents.
03.05.2025
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