Inevitable

A poem that follows the exposure of a lie through escalating bodily pain — tears of blood, beads of sweat, the heart pounding — into a fate that cannot be escaped or undone.

A poem that traces the sequence its title names. 'When the lie is seen / As it goes / Then the same thought / Around Everyone knows'; it then turns physical, cutting 'the spirit of your love' or burning 'terrific pain to your back'. The speaker counsels a grim waiting - 'Wait until you feel the beads of sweat / After tears of blood run eons faceless' - until 'above the mind a heart began to pound: / Forever across souls: / Into an undoing fate / Until an Id Of It unpitied the deep;'. After a gap the poem ends on a single line: 'and form could hate'.

The inevitability here is a chain reaction the body enacts: the lie seen, the collective knowing, then sweat, 'tears of blood', and a heart pounding 'Forever across souls'. Truth itself becomes an injury - to see the lie is to be cut by it - and 'run eons faceless' stretches the suffering across time until it loses any individual face. The 'Id Of It', capitalized like a proper name, reads as the impersonal drive beneath the self, and 'unpitied the deep' has it withdraw pity from the depths it rules. The isolated last line leaves form, the residue once pity is gone, capable only of hatred. The grammar strains as the feeling intensifies, the syntax undoing itself alongside the 'undoing fate'.