If I captured your smile and pry your heart,

Would it shine through the hollows of your being

Or would it fizzle out into darkness?

If I captured your smile and pry your heart,

Would it shine through the hollows of your being

Or would it fizzle out into darkness?

If I unearthed the soil of your laughter and dig further,

Would I find fruit of joy and happiness

Or would there lie the gory sight of decayed wounds?

If I poked to see the root of your kisses and look steadily

Would pleasant glitters of love shine

Or would pong of hate stink?

If I sifted the words of your mouth and sift vigorously,

Would purity of intention glide

Or would lumps of pollution pop?

If I scanned the bone of your autarky and examine closely,

Would traces of morale surface

Or would quaky elusion be spotted?

The mask and the Maker-

two mutual friends

but one rides the other.

For lack of boundaries,

the latter cling to the former like a leach

until its identity is forgotten.

It is said that the pot is no greater than the potter

but the mask’s grown superior to the maker.

The power to do and undo is lost;

The maker can no longer put aside.

The mask eats through

the being of the maker;

complications brew and rupture

As emotional pus leak.

Now is the time to excavate and heal.

♦ Author and poet, Favour Chiagozie Ebubechukwu is an Editorial  Staff Writer and columnist with the WAP

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