Observation
our lineage
our family tree
our savage joy for this one
for he
who is cradled in the warmth of sun
we've come.
we carve ourselves
from the wood of our own hunger
from what is
we shape what we may
our masks are fearfully
and wonderfully made
let us pass them to him
as lessons and wishes
let him know we sang on his day
we are here
as branches and flotsam and thunder
we've come to mark the way
our family
all rebellion and wonder
we join the masquerade.