The Hair Here

My hair got long
from negligence

Now

When I wake up
in the morning
the light from
the window
is black
with the day
raked through

Now

I'm wearing my
mask of hair

Who am I now
with my mask?

Where will I
wear it?

The hair here
is different

Heresy
to those
who inherit

The hairy
stone gathers
no moss

It's stone 
business
of mine

Now, mine

Heir to the
throng

Hairy bush
thong

The hair here
is long

And in kind