Modern Men

By Elvira

He wears                             a pretty
Face
Liquored up
Sexed up
Drugged up
Anything                              to stop the
Pain of Living
as Janus,              multied face:
what is Real?

Look around.
Faces that smile
as            Mona Lisa,
frowning                              at the Scream
Madonna,           rendered             Beauty
of the Times —
not         “Santa Muerte”:
Death staring
in the Eye

Blind      we          ARE        to
Radiant Souls,
for our Eyes
travel    to
Perfection.
And,

We greet Evil with Open Arms
if the Mask is of
Venus
and not a Gargoyle;
Our Eyes Blink at
Burnt Faces
searching not the
Soul

So,                          Loneliness, the
Sentence of the Deformed:
a Tarnished Cage
that breeds
Self Death
or
Murder

March 2016

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