when sleep won’t come
and the moon is full
when arms are empty
will we remember?
play must be work
when day is done
and previous distractions
no longer distract
when all is said
and nothing done
no place to hide
no place to run
naked of masks
we face our feet
are we walking our talk
or splitting our tongue?
we made God
in our image then swear
He made us
in His
we make our enemy
the Devil and swear
who is not with us
is against us
nono nannette declares
never more
Poe’s raven cries
some of us wear sandals
walking in the sand
across lines drawn
blown clean
by feathered wind