Camilla Keenan Koch

The Mask - Poem by Camilla Keenan Koch

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: trash

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 18, 2015

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