Faceless

Give faith in a soliloquy of hymns
talk of drums in the names beyond music.
Give an art some hands and cut off its limbs,
tell it to the shadow, make sure you’re quick.
And you will expose if she’s a cryptic.
Have a pen in your hands, draw out some eyes,
draw out some nose, listen to my advise.
Give some sense to it’s brain, pour in some words.
Let me be Catholic and then baptize
your name in a face, to the skies give birds.

Ruddapoet