sullenly i am draped in satin as
a means for this masquerade ball
each partner tips his hat on queue for i am
an act to beckon their call
the wind refuses no urgency
it is too swift to be tampered with
i plea to be carried
as the gown unravels knotting my feet
i refuse to be complacent or recognise authority
no i will not bare the reckoning of free-will
in the same degradation as sodomy
a magician free of illusion true to sorcery
to ask a make shift gypsy to nest
and uncover the gem of legitimacy
is to target the veterans of Afghanistan
your wife has married in a land of democracy
my hips thrusts outward
the diamonds & rubies no longer circular bound
a chain ceased the passage of culture
the value in this generation was not found
these bars restrict only movement
even the feeble can clutch their hands ‘round
it fails in comparison to the wrath of gravity
merciless as the defiant kneel down
an off-white charade of dresses
my painted face illuminates no colour
these batting black eye-lashes
refrain only clenched fists from view
