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The Mask
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When visiting father i wear masks
 1
forged in fires of Plasticine.
 2
Pull holes in cheeks,.
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twisting forehead through obscene furrows,
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burrowing into its chin,  
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imagine i’m on a plinth.
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Synthetic suit cut to an inch, yet tainted.
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writhing mid distance
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like figures in a Bacon painting.
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How grand am i hidden,
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thinking you don’t know me
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like you never did.
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I twist eyebrows with finger tips,
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curl lip to magisterial sneers  
 14
fooling everyone and no one.
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After all i’m only on display.
 16
Brisk helper brings tea
 17
“It’s not as cold as your heart.” she says
 18
 
 
My father points and laughs.
 19
“I always knew who wore that ridiculous mask,
 20
heart of stone wrapped beneath.
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Marching in like Hitler’s henchman
 22
seething with fake saintly ways.
 23
Take him out with his feet of clay
 24
so i can reach out,
 25
re model the remains of my days.”
 26

27 May 17


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