Eris

Without voice these first

Alms which letters

Lost their meaning in

Known in secret each

Edicts passing sentence

Radix of the last

Inscribed them into words

Sophistry’s mask imbedded too

Purer hearts will tell

Intuitive the truth be of

Replete in taking stock

Indwelling ‘neath the submerged holm

To heal the obtuse syndrome

Unless facts are taken hostage

Albeit sincerity protects

Light’s orphaned children

Ousted heirs be they cast from

Suckling awareness numb--more brutal

Than the lost or barren womb