CLOTHES

CLOTHES

in the field of forever contention
tunes battle away

they waltz around you
whilst and even as
you fail to
consider

how naked you are, and
naked not only
but how

transparent
        such they, as in the fable,
they instantly infer
that you are Emperor

drunk on the fiction
of power and grandeur

not to
mention the illusion
of flesh and blood and,
of course, clothes