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 unstoppable sequence its title names. 'When the lie is seen' it spreads - 'the same thought / Around Everyone knows' - and 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 your faceless' - until 'the heart began to pound / Forever across soul: / Into an undoing fate,' ending where 'an Id of I is emptied the deep; // and form could hate.'

The inevitability here is not abstract destiny but a chain reaction the body enacts: seeing the lie, the collective knowing, then sweat, then 'tears of blood,' then a heart pounding 'Forever across soul.' The progression from perception to communal awareness to physical anguish makes truth itself a kind of injury - to see the lie is to be cut by it. The strange closing line, 'an Id of I is emptied the deep; / and form could hate,' suggests the self hollowed out to its drives until 'form,' the residue, becomes capable of hatred - as if betrayal's end point is a self emptied into pure reaction. The grammar buckles as the feeling intensifies, the syntax 'undoing' alongside the 'fate.' The text is OCR-rough in patches ('run your faceless,' the final clause); I preserve the source wording and hold the closing lines provisional, but the poem's fated downward sequence reads clearly.