Hoodie made of

Interlocking black cubes's

Composition is affected

By wearer's mental state

 

His delusions are grown

by putrid word-and-people-things.

 

His identity is plastic

   paper-mache

       flowers;

An impositions of person-weight;

But         less than the person

   weighing                     they

                                  gravitate.

 

His hoodie hides his

face, keeps him

safe from others's-words.

Is less a mask than his plastic,

   but more a shield

       from interaction.

 

it is truly not his 

fault.

he did not create the mask,

he did not build a world

with an insidious geometry.

 

his mother gave birth to him 

in a prison cell of the same interlocking material

with which he hides his

face.

 

dead he already may be,

but with tongues and writing

   may death 

            write his-

                    tory                   

                    for the living