The Covered Up

He could make this all nonsense,
this much the titans knew,

or he could turn it into something it wasn't,
or it was,

he was the puppeteer,
and those of us in the shadows were on short strings, you might say,

there were items to be addressed,
things he knew how to properly sweep under the rug,

it was very sunny out here,
in the west,
sometimes too bright to see straight,
to stay on the straight and narrow,

so in the night,
when we went swimming with each other,
weeding around in our consciences,
tap dancing with what was right and wrong,
says Mr. Hays,

and in the early hours of the morning,
we hoped those dalliances had washed away in the moonlight,

and when they did not,
we marionettes stood in line,
waiting to be brushed off like fossils,
hoping to remain upright citizens on the firing line