Gather the charades

Words sassy and icky

Unbound from the sound

Of a letter passing through our mouths

A royal kettle cooking

New ingredients

Indecent

If your enemy of an enemy

Is your friend

How can we content each other

Strange bedfellows to follow

How can the world swallow

Such indifference and insensitive hopes

Let’s gather the charades

And know

That the words themselves

Are our hope