Helpless Horses

Helpless Horses
Defrocked deities
malnourished moons
in effeminate poses
with hap hazardous allure
so we can wrap our presents
in silk. To think it was
all for a moments notice
contained in the other house
of cards, and dealt the
velvet tears of onerous
oneness to decide the
Fate of nations with a
button, we put on a mask.