photo by Kamil Kierzkowski
The Man from Nowhere
The mask slips - as the doors close,
time to undertake - an invisible Pose
a man from nowhere - who nobody knows,
obscure and aloof - from society's shows.
The nameless one - no symbol or label,
all the cards laid bare - on the banquet table,
blowing in the wind - that once rocked his cradle,
a prince among men - now only a fable.
A statue standing - in the town square,
people come - to gaze and stare,
they look for a second - but really don't care,
about the lonely figure of the man from nowhere.
An icon to the world - now fertile as the land,
quietly drifts through time - a solitary grain of sand,
echo wisps of voice - eerie ghostly command,
the man from nowhere - no longer in demand.
Michael Levy
bravenet.com