they're lying

from out of the ashes I notice a lie

not one I told, but told to me so many times—
every thing's going to be all right—
nobody knows so this is a lie
all right if the definition is
universal, but it’s relative
the trash tells me
a story and I think of the
interconnectedness
of all things and
I hear those words all over again—
every thing's going to be
all right—
that’s too general a statement
for me to believe and
everyone’s ideas on what each
individual word mean,
is so different that
that statement can never
be true unless qualified, explained
or put into a box
labeled “this is whatever”
so next time you
hear the words know
that they are lying…