plexiglass, perhaps

when truth
covers up
lies that can kill,
one ceases to be
an ally of the word’s very vitality,
having removed the heart
and filled it by hand with

for appearance’s sake.

there are no cages
around stuffed
grizzly bears.

Plexiglass, perhaps.

(If it’s nice to look at,
per chance; like a true
visitors attraction)

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