The mask wears a mask
THE MASK WEARS A MASK
When the mask wears a mask
the bottom angers the top,
the back offends the front.
And black flames
cut both ways.
When the back base defends
the fractal face of its representation,
its believable though brazen cosmetics,
its sordid silence of sense,
the face that wears the mask that wears a mask
makes ashes of its face.
And black flames
cut both ways.
How painful still and necessary,
that profundity of the poet who knew
the exquisite uncertainty
of bird and mouth that sing,
the grotesque beauty of things
who chant for eternities
how the mask wears a mask
to immortalize the moral motto:
And black flames
cut both ways.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. February 2, 2018
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