Truth Tables

June 13, 2020

Voices echo from the hilltops
Flat and bare as truth tables
Carved long ago into disjoint
Down to water condemned by the labs

South of the mountain
North of the bend
West of the creek
Eat of the sea

My invasion skirts around construction
Hard hats stabilize the cut
In the layers of rock
I search for the dust of Diodorus

Each slab supports a syllogism
In the argument that proves the sky
Look how high we are
Have you seen inside the eyes of God

All we ever were and all we’ll ever be
Will be buried in endless truth tables
Whose plastic outlasts teeth
One narrow slice of argument
       To suit any old conclusion