Vicious tides pull us under
Tearing fragile selves asunder
Amidst the ghosts and amidst the thunder
Of overwhelming fright and electric wonder
I am born anew
Made of many but composes none
I am the breath beneath the sun
Or the smoke bleeding from the gun
Whose barrel knows not what its done
Stuck with much but still so few
I eat raw the children’s masks
Tear from flesh and old born tasks
And rearrange the undrunk casks
Thus in new knowledge we can bask.
I have not one face but more than two