Story Behind

There is a savage story behind my face:  
doubts, knives, spigots, knots, bewilderment  
and a make-shift gallows —  
betrayal as expected from religious double-agents of love  
while self-appointed crows posed as wise beings.  
A legacy burns in my brother’s house  
and my missing sister turned East — still in hiding.  
The family diamonds lie in a deep vault,  
the combination lock for which is configured  
in a distant constellation;  
someone promised a master key, later smelted  
into a rough cross.  
The split-junctions laughed, linked fists  
and smirked irreverently, spitting Road Blocked.  
 
I casually observe the corrupting evidence of moth and rust.  
I dine at a sinking water-table as ogres pounce upon the little people.  
I twiddle my thumbs searching for testimonies of sanity.  
 
Experience lies waiting for the lessons to be integrated,  
transcended in moves from manhood to elder-hood.  
 
The world turns, sparkling and disinterested …