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Read Poems by William Masonis

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The Very Small Man

The Very Small Man
Lives in a Very Big Place
Which he never visits.

Inside his Very Big Place,
All the walls are of polished gold -
And by their magic
Every reflection looks BIG
(Like the VERY BIG PLACE outside).

So the Very Small Man
Thinks he is a Very Big Man,
And his Very Small Court
Think they are Very Big, too
(Though not so big, of course, as him).

The gold reflects sound,
So the Very Small Man
Has a Very Big Voice
That makes him sound Important
(Especially to himself).

And the gold makes everything look pretty,
So the Very Small Man and his court
Believe themselves all A Little More Equal
Than those not so reflected.

So they talk loudly
And bask in their shine
Never noticing
How very small they really are.

     But out in the VERY BIG PLACE,
     (Where the real gold of the real sun shines,
     Where real facts about real things are heard,
     Where what is said is what is meant),
     The Very Small Man and his Very Small Court
     Are like the circus at the edge of town,
     Glittering in the distance,
     In the end, a nuisance.

One day, the people of the VERY BIG PLACE
Will tire of the noise and glare
Spilling out of the Very Big Place,
And the circus will be run out of town.

When that happens,
The Very Small Man
Will retreat to an even smaller place
Inside his mind,
Which is also lined
With reflecting, echoing gold,
Where he will go on,
Loudly saying Important Things to himself
And dreaming on the Bigness
He sees inside the gold...

     But outside

No one will be listening anymore,
And his Very Big Place
Will be eaten by Reason,
Swallowed by Time,
And forgotten

     In Blessed Silence.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2017


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