there was a union (once) of self
a smattering of all involved
in pleasure mild, proffered help
and daily problems (sort of) solved
but then we came to see ourselves
a ever-constant halloween
the mask (this time) beneath face
but such as cannot be unseen
and every better turned to worse
and every crack a soon divide:
the kings and queens we were now gone
from truth’s unyielding
regicide
