Mirage
Sep 4th, 2009 | By Martin C. Rosner, M.D. | Category: Poetry | 447 viewsI still live between marsh and sea,
But the rest of the world
Shimmers and changes daily,
Hanging at the tip
Of the wizard’s wand.
Where there were people
There are shape-changers,
Girls morphed into crones,
Men into bent or bloated
Cartoons for a Hallowe’en fright.
I go to my mirror, to admonish
The monster who lives there.
I command him to disappear,
In a voice of imperial command
Somehow fuzzed with phlegm.
He smiles and tells me
All that would leave
Is an empty glass.
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