West Coast Battle
The mask as a disguise, to amuse to terrify
Beginning in man’s first frigthened ceremonies
Intimidating, punishing, shaming, exorcising,
Protecting with pointed beak in an aromatic camouflage
Time does not alter man’s rituals of compulsive assimilation
The angst the agitation relentless since time began
Man’s uncertainty and fascination the possibility of eterniity
Here it is again in sweet scented carnival celebrations
In beaches and cities, in smoke filled mountains and towns
In deadly hospitals’ vapors and sharp clinical smells
Near wrinkled drying faces, the soft gasping young,
The sounds of sick whispers, the caws of unbelievers
Youth still laughs dancing in the sand daring the winds to strike
While we who have aged knowing how cruel life can be
Gaze at the orange skies in a blackened moonllight
Trying to just breathe.
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2020
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