I am the mirror
the multi-faceted glass
that reflects, but does not
think. I show.
I am the show.
Welcome all, mesdames et messieurs,
Damen und Herren, signore e signori,
ladies and gentlemen
to your masquerade.

With every mask
a new persona. Who am I?

A Little Dove, simple, pure
beauty. Simply I love him
his iris of diamonds
colours of his heart.
A Little Dove, white and
in love.

A Sad Clown, writing,
pining in the light of the
Moon, au claire de la
Lune. For her, my Dove,
my Love, who loves me not.

Amor vincit omnia, I say.
I am a Doctor, from Latin
or Greek (like the yoghurt)
to duck to quack look!
Vide! My bill a beak
a beacon

of bacon?
Meat, meat! The food
of the rich, of merchants.
I am rich, I wear the
Pantaloons.

Here we go again!
Tricks and pranks, mischievous
Clown, a Punch-in-the-box.
I am the way to do it!

Beneath the mask? A facade.
I am the horseman, rider
from Hell, the king of the
Herla, little Hercules.
King or Fool?
King of Fools!

For if you look well
beneath the face, I am
You.

Welcome all, ladies and gentlemen,
to your masquerade.

Published on The Literateur: July 2010