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Hallowe’en masks

Fancy dress masks

Frankenstein masks

Ghostface Killer masks

Freddy Krueger masks

Tony Blair masks.


Domino masks for the secret ball

To hatch schemes and match-make

To flirt and fornicate.


Smooth white actors’ masks

In an impassive chorus to watch us.


An iron mask to silence a man

And kill him inside himself.


A Perspex mask in the radiation ward

An intimate thing, moulded to your face

To hold you still, your soul to keep

When they beat your brain with x-rays

When tumours replace your dreams


They clamped it so tight to your face

It left marks like alien make-up

In some cheap TV sci-fi,

But this isn’t sci-fi. We’re sitting

Here wishing it was, in the hospital

Car park where the heat

In your head won’t go away.


But that’s OK

Everybody needs a mask.

◄ Inner peace


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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Thu 22nd Dec 2011 20:26

excellent! I say-

Miles Hadfield

Thu 22nd Dec 2011 12:13


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Wed 21st Dec 2011 23:27

How does anyone comment on a poem such as this?

Heart wrenchingly powerful and more so because I just wasn't expecting it. x

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