Masquerade

I bet you can guess what was going on when I wrote this one. But there are obviously multiple meanings behind it...enjoy!


I watch
As shades of white
Fall silently
Swirling,
Swirling,
To the beat
Of an unheard orchestra.
Nothing now
But the pulsing rhythm
Of their falling bodies.
One by one
They are dropped
And one by one
They fall
Swirling,
Swirling,
Until they land
Piling mass
Upon mass,
Until holes
Are filled to overflowing.
But still they fall
Swirling,
Swirling,
To take rest
Until all they are
Disappears
Into the ground.