pausing for breath

pieces of broken light on a dull day

my task is messenger and so i speak

tone bland although i utter a critique

the universe has turned entirely grey

just from my mood so there's a little play

on what is meant that things are not so bleak

we have a paddle and can clear the creek

around each dam we have to find a way

if there's a symbol written on the wall

i clear it off and do not make much fuss

truth has to be left there white as fresh bone

after the slaughter while the mourners bawl

just so we chalk things up as one more plus

and no one says that we have the wrong tone