Truths They came yesterday and unwittingly I let them in after all, what had I to fear from friends? It must have been while I was sleeping they made those deep deliberate cuts into my past. They were looking for malignant truths. You can't live with them. They have to come into the open. I didn't even know what they'd done till they showed me the ugly truth, limp in a dish like a still-born. "You've got to be cruel to be kind," they said. They said lots of things. But the wound never healed and the truth ... it lay and rotted like Adam's apple. 2 November, 1986 Jim Maddocks |