Identity masked

by words meant to convey a 

truth that instead shrouds 

Codes and cyphers can't

protect clandestine secrets 

of our sullied souls 

Let nepo babies 

wail as boughs break and cradles 

tumble from on high 

Soft dogs with hard bones

gnaw and gnaw and dream ancient

dreams of the wild world 

Ripped from the womb of

sleep we wrestle with angels

for a day's blessing

The hanged man sees the

world upside down, glimpsing things

missed by all the rest 

At journey's end we 

return to the peaceable 

kingdom of our home