Saturday, May 4, 2013


He wouldn’t even give
His real name
That wraith that invaded
Me with claims of fame
Sticking camera in my face
While pretending to be
Someone he was not
Or would soon be,
Pumped up by the same force
That pumped up others
I knew, shaping him
And them into things
They could not be
But wanted to be,
The force who gave
Them bits of fame
For coins of silver
Always promising
But never as much
As the dark force took,
And seeing his face
Looking at me
Over the lip of his camera
I knew he believed
The big lie, too,
Just as we all did,
Some for longer
Than others.

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