the masque to soar

Poem #10 from: A Lizard Life

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when he dons the mask
he is The Lizard

scincidaen snout
raised to the air
a walk that is both sway
and saunter

feels his way by the taste
of honeyed sun
head up head up
he is so lizard proud
so
lizard sure

but in the hole
again
the empty tunnel
when the dark has closed
is an end to games

there is nothing now
but mask
to claim last certainties
as the long night falls
while shivers seem
so very much

too near

he aches
through hungry hours
for the light of another
holy day

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© Frank Prem 2017

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07/12/17