Monday, October 28, 2013

The Mask

I asked him to take off the mask
Cos it was just too scary.
Like a death door being swished open
By white-gloved concierge
All in the most chivalrous of manners
Everything so terrifyingly polite.
Then he smiled and asked
'Kevin, what mask?'
Talk about 

Going gently 
Into the night.

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