Beauty

Beauty

It’s a forgotten place
Where arrogance and conceit
Go to hide when they’ve exhausted
Their possibilities for torture
Of mortals for a moment,
And they sit under the trees
Around the still pool of water
To watch their reflections
Admire each other.

Now and again, though, a misguided
Beauty of any gender will find
Its way there, and peer into
The mirror over the shoulders
Of the hiding couple, and,
With the ignorance only selfish
Beauty has, try to walk on
The surface of the pond of
Lies, and sink and drown.

R 22/10/2024 20:44