There is a savage story behind my face:
doubts, knives, spigots, knots, bewilderment
and a make-shift gallows ó
betrayal as expected from religious double-agents of love
while self-appointed crows posed as wise beings.
A legacy burns in my brotherís house
and my missing sister turned East ó 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 Ö