Poem : Masquerade
She and I we danced behind our masks to the tune society played; The stately saraband and quiet quadrille danced we, masks we wore and whirled away, like painted marionettes not living things, and though our hearts cried and wanted to be free to live to love and to be, our fixed masks held us to the falsity the false tune society played, the glittering masquerade. ----- ------- -------- ------ * From A Sad Piper 1994