Mask
Be most willing to cast your lot:
In brisk mulling sharp poke spears plot.
Craft hides my face in a plain look,
To fit rare trace in a shrewd hook.
It seems quite clear in mime and mask,
To front sly cheer that fatal task.
I style a smile through my bright mask,
Guile is worthwhile in my set task.
What aids the harsh in vile refrains
Is but good blush to anchor gain.
Obsess odd rhyme for timely pierce,
I bide my time with mindset fierce.
Thus what I speak strings loaded chance,
For my words streak a hidden dance.
To each a mask that stokes the lies,
As fear can bask sad coward's sigh.
What horrors here come forth to greet
In furious fear on dubious streets?
Leon Enriquez
09 September 2018
Singapore
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