The Mask Poem by Camilla Keenan Koch
The Mask
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consider this: of always masquerading
as one without a mask
When you look over your shoulder and say;
no, you never knew me then
you only saw the parts
I sent out with the rubble of the Parthenon
What returns? Smoke, and
the knowledge that I am safe.
Libraries have burned.
I am safe.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
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