Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
The Mask
I, of course, was tired after all that took place;
I however endured it and I wasn’t surprised when
I found the dark messages, even in my bread, (when
I ate every bit of it so they couldn’t recognize me).
ey all seemed quiet, of course, so much so that when
I opened a door I was already on the other side where
the wings flutter silently so the birds could slide
easier this way, when, I often decided to stay there
without saying a single word listening to the passing
world that carried on incessantly; and only later you
discover what you lost, however that night I got up
and carefully I went down to the basement where we hid
the secret mask of the long lost king “it must be the time”
I thought and I put it on since after so many dead only
the unheard off was living the house.
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