The delicate strokes of a bronzing blush
The circular movements of that concealing touch
Secretly it stayed,
Under piles of elaborate symptomatic foundation
Hidden away, from the prying eyes
Immediately covered with distracting lies
Of intact masks and silences,
All, oh so dignified.
In place, vague, appropriate
From questions to exclamation marks
The deviances were kept
Painstakingly straight.
Till, till they came with those clicks
The paused rewinded written transcripts
The magnified blown up minute images
It led to speech, the discussions to dissect
of conspiring freedoms
But when foundations began to dilute,
They also begin to shake
Something had to he done
Maybe, probably, a quick fix up
A few worthless broken reflections
And then they started to fall
Shot
One by one
Hushing all
Scars, silenced, splinters.
…when dirt begins to show, mar the darned mirror.
