The Skulls

A sumptuous, brilliantly lighted hall; a number of ladies and gentlemen.

All the faces are animated, the talk is lively…. A noisy conversation is
being carried on about a famous singer. They call her divine, immortal….
O, how finely yesterday she rendered her last trill!

And suddenly-as by the wave of an enchanter's wand-from every head
and from every face, slipped off the delicate covering of skin, and
instantaneously exposed the deadly whiteness of skulls, with here and there
the leaden shimmer of bare jaws and gums.

With horror I beheld the movements of those jaws and gums; the turning,
the glistening in the light of the lamps and candles, of those lumpy bony
balls, and the rolling in them of other smaller balls, the balls of the
meaningless eyes.

I dared not touch my own face, dared not glance at myself in the glass.

And the skulls turned from side to side as before…. And with their former
noise, peeping like little red rags out of the grinning teeth, rapid
tongues lisped how marvellously, how inimitably the immortal… yes,
immortal… singer had rendered that last trill!

Brian Jani 30 June 2014

this poem paints an image crystal clear in the readers mind.

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