You can’t always see some birds, insects or animals,
they have unique ways of hiding who they really are
unlike dogs or cats as plain as a bowl of tomato soup
drool of tongue and cunning of ears, but you and me,
all of us uprights dine daily on a feast of masks,
a batman of lies.
It’s a kind of game, dressing up from the props cupboard,
a new mr or mrs Ben, as if by magic we become another,
our roundabout of daily lives in a world of our own,
the belief that others know who we are, how we feel,
of course they do!
Each course of our meal can be layered, filo pastried,
ghosts in the fillings, deception in the salted caramel ice cream.
Take a heart, consider the soft bloodied pulp, the bruises,
the volume of noise in memory
be kind be yourself