twisted necks

So much is felt

So much is said

I cannot untangle or cut

The cake that bakes

Somewhere in my chest

Thick and full of flesh

As a baby in the stroller

And everyone looks down the crib

With their twisted hanged necks

To change, explain and persuade

The infant and inferior, 

the shortlived

Caged to the bed or pressed to the chair

Its for your best, no fleeing here

But what some don't know

Is that at night

You've been walking alone

Through thickly dripping trees and fog

Through the wild and true and unseen

And opened yourself and taken off your face

And you learned to walk and talk their talk

But you will soon see

Mo matter what

Twisted necks and tall red eyes

keep spitting

bending

and looking down