Costume party

You’re invited,
so you make-up your body
in masquerade tints
looking around you for a model.

There’s a goblin
always hungry,
never has enough.
He’d take your dinner
and your lung
leaving an empty bowl
to sup.
But you hate indigestion.
So you stop and wonder
How shall my soul be dressed?

There’s Napoleon
in a three cornered hat,
each corner stretching in the designs
of popular opinion
and centering on the man.
But you cannot bear the strength of those lies.
So you stop and wonder
How shall my soul be dressed?

There’s a martyr in the kitchen
he has sharpened his cutting ware
to carry at his side.
He strikes
for a holy cause
and dies early for right.
But you do not cherish bloody hands as a means
of reaching heaven
So you stop and wonder
How shall my soul be dressed?

There’s a toad
who can’t stop croaking
about the treacherous earth
doomed to collide with Mars.
Such nightmares do not haunt you though.
Yours is hope.
But…

Don’t worry,
you can come as my friend.

1980s

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