Monday, June 24, 2013

accursed with mirrors

in unison, they snarl, sneer like
imps revolting against their faces
molded from the cheapest plaster - mud.

they could not peer at the mirror:
dreading the faintest glance from
other souls, they have ensnared
a prey to slander, to vilify with
their own filth and deflect the
comeuppance of their birth.

their fetid appetite for falsehood
unsated, they have enticed a mob,
a throng of imps sharing their
aversion for the faces staring
from mirrors polished to reflect
the thinnest streak of grime.

only the eyes are repulsed with
the bearer molded from ivory, or

carved from repugnant mud.
                                                                                                                         Prospero E. Pulma Jr.
                                                                                                                  Philippine Graphic
                                                                                                                             May 29, 2006
                                                                                                                            Vol. 16, No.51
                                                                                                                            p.43

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