cues caught in smoke 
swallowed iron, made malleable 
by the heavy forkes tongues
of embellished pleasantries. 

in the coals, we pray 
to find our best selves 
And thru temperance 
make them better. 

ride, pale horses, ride 
ride wretched and clean 
vein-sewn with pride : 
a vanity too large 
to seek the the small and deep fissures
wherein lies the livelihood of 
us: sooten worshippers of nothing. 
us 
humble jesters of calamity 
and 
us
the hybrids and half breeds 
with roots touching deep
drunk, by accident 
on the well of Mimir
Yet we are sharp toothed, and two eyed. 
Yet our homes are heated with hellfire and brimstone 
raining down upon us 

but 
our chosen family
has always taught us 
to save for rainy days.