The Wrong Question

The Wrong Question - a tribute to investigative journalism thunder boomed, for the proclamation screamed in John's ear, caused by natural thirsts and where broken vessels now reddened the eyes of titans, had shattered the heavens so that fright would crease the dead locks of his doors, and crowing black song of dancing birds picking worms would seep his ears in the spittle of blood a glimpse of his buried future; since arms would soon be raised and reviling battle would begin smearing the written word and the voice of intrigue until it all falls down around him; “he was insane” they’ll say, and the deaf will all agree.