“Cheats, liars, hypocrites.
And all their sorts.
The air smells with you-
You rascals and shameless frauds.
Remove thy masks, O timid men;
Let thy naked souls stink your earth
And The Man’s Heaven.
Doth your heart sense these words.
In shame should thy sink.”
So did I utter, and so do I think
Who these brutes are;
And so I open my eyes;
But to disaster’s agony,
I find myself in a hexagon of mirrors-
A world full of me.