A Casket Called Complacence

A musing on corporate America

I build the masks that cover the scars 

for all of the people under the stars.

I lace the needles with crimson-stained thread,

once through the mouth for each hour they bled.

I stitch the smiles for ones undeserving,

who labor in vain for the one they are serving.

As light reflects gold my fingers work faster,

if greed is the king than I am its master.

Reviews

[Wild Willow Blue]

This is very interesting. I read it over and over just because I could not grasp the words I wanted to say. This made me think of people who become drained and withered because of the lives they are forced to make for themselves, and they need something to lift their spirits so to speak. Something to put a temporary, if not fake, smile on just to make others think everything is alright, and the one person that takes all of that upon their shoulders. This is a very moving and visual poem. I love it. Great job.

[Morrigan Nicole]

The last two lines were my favorite, and the line:
" I stitch the smiles for ones undeserving"

[V]

You never fail to surprise me. Your work is always fantastic.