Levered with finesse,
The owner pries the door,
A family business,
A terrorism store,
A supermarket sweep,
To press the truth away,
To agitate the sheep,
To never turn away,
From intermittent truth,
From stories full of holes,
Complicit, strung out sleuths,
With their remote controls,
Select their moving light,
From cameras on the dole,
Into themselves take flight,
The truth their only toll.
Cucumber Lodge 