Disguise

Give me garments glittering in such a way

No one can see the cretin there concealed

Cowering and shrinking from the cold hard light of day

Yet laboring to decorate the shield

If I can't disappear permit me a disguise

let it be constructed of the best textiles devised

so as to obscure the malformations I despise

and the shriveled, freakish flesh of which they are comprised

When exposure looks just like a thousand knives

Whose blades are poised to ceaselessly inflict

The lacerations of

An exodus of love

Disclosure rules are mercilessly strict

If I can't disappear permit me a disguise

let it be constructed of the best textiles devised

so as to obscure the malformations I despise

and the shriveled, freakish flesh of which they are comprised

The girl behind the curtain wishes to be left alone

She is busy pulling levers, engineering what is shown

Don't ask what she was meant to do or be or give or own

Just know to know her is to realize she can't be known

If I can't disappear permit me a disguise

let it be constructed of the best textiles devised

so as to obscure the malformations I despise

and the shriveled, freakish flesh of which they are comprised