“Out of Order”

The sign reads

I suppose it makes sense

Among other things

And as I read it

I smile

I smile because

They’re in denial

They look at that sign

And shake their heads

And they don’t notice

When I’m crying in bed

They look at that sign

And say “Not true”

But they don’t know the things

I say to you

They look at that sign

Then they look at me

They say “Did you put up that?”

And I point to the sky “No, it was he.”

He who made me

He who died

But they still shake their heads

Like I’m telling a lie

They think it’s wrong

They think I put it there

They think I lie

But truly, it’s been there, bare; in plain sight