Mask of Gold

A poem by Beverly Stock.

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Do you fear this mask of gold,

My wheezing breath, my eyes so cold?

Only if you’re strong and wise,

Will I offer a compromise?

I have the upper hand, you know

If you’re taking care, you’re very slow.

Dim witted too. Must I ask?

Why you simply won’t wear a mask?

But you are not my enemy,

Your humanity you give to me.

You and your wife and family,

Share my contagion with regularity.

You're easy prey, you doubting soul,

Brainless mass without a goal,

Nevermind because you see,

Inside of you, I’ll soon be.

Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp-Online, in the UK. Visit BeverlyStockPoetry.com and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.