The clothes my poems wear

These days they are dressed in tailored
truths that will fill black caves with a light
so eerily bright one blinks. Once

I draped them in gowns and masks,
muslins and facinators to catch
the eye, beautified them

hoping to enhance their look.
The appeal was fleeting.

It is easier to endow them in a well cut suit,
pearls and elegant heels that click
and scrape occasionally on concrete, just

to see if they can still capture your attention.