by Hannah Rose
On a blank white envelope was marked the word TRUTH
it was posted to a place called the Ministry of Lies
somewhere in the middle
of a blank white future.
The Ministry of Lies was a tall glass building with black and glinting windows
towering bullishly above the houses where the sleepy people lived
looking out but never inwards
with its half-shut eyes.
The Ministry of Lies coordinated its administrations
dealing with the regular condemnations
that the sleepy people made
of the State and the nation and its various manipulations.
In the blank white future at the Ministry of Lies
the envelope arrived
with a thump so resounding
there was little understanding
of what on earth could be inside.
Something heavy?
Something weighted?
Something dead?
Is Truth archaic, flawed, underrated?
At a long wide desk
in the Ministry of Lies
sat a man with a shock
of brittle yellow hair.
The envelope lay still and quiet
and lovely in its silence
like a tiny sleeping infant
lost far amongst its slumber
unopened to the world; unbidden
yet dreaming with the clarity of gospel singers
breaking high above their melody.
The yellow-haired man scrawled on the envelope marked TRUTH
Return to sender, but not before…
Unsticking the glue with his nails so the contents unfurled
Making a paper plane, he threw it from the window and into a
Post truth world.
Featured image © Garry Knight, Flickr
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