Pretending @ May

So many masks to bear testimony,
Farces played so often, veils of transparency
Silks and brocades on orchards so fruitful
Some although still refuse to be playful
Some broken in so many micro fractures
 
The one dismembered at birth
How could he advocate
The use of surrogate limbs
As effective as those unmet protuberances
 
Engine whose key has never turned
Bus never settled to a determined destination
Like the state of a startled nation
Devastated by evil brought in bottles of disease and fire
 
Unsettled occupiers of Scorched barren smashed
Dark land
Where lost souls yelling
Put masks aside
Pay nightmare fees of passage,
Pay for your masks of translucent mazes,
Nearly opaque recurrent
Daily itineraries
 
Baths not taken,
Freezing waters of disarray
After you, blurred Cape May
Where a soul was forsaken
Buried in white sands
End to all its errands.