Observation
The Cage
a masquerade, immutably traced
a painted world of figures placed
from wooden cage, a song took flight
illuminating quills, over three dark nights
no paint can hold, what yearns to fly
no canvas bind, the truths that lie
beyond the cage, raw sounds did spread
over monument games, and masks now shed
and in the end, the skulls will meet
to weigh the sounds, the songs, the seat
a final verse, a fated vote
decides the mask, this work has spoke