The Strange Masks

March 15, 2017

Admit it
though there are hands and feet, there are no bodies –
this is why they are frightening!
behind is only emptiness.

Hands grasp
a bottle, gesture and wave, and forefingers
point for a tiny clown to dance
upon: O monstrous! monstrous masks

and drunk, most likely, waiting in a heap
in the cold attic for Monsieur
Ensor to vivify so they can

with a cruel candour to what existence
is when it is not life” – look they
are everywhere, more than ever!

Tessa Kale

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