To a Liar (A mimicry)

You’ve buried your face

Under manifold masks;

What name shall your

Tombstone display, pridefully?

Or in shame? Reveal now,

Of tattered face-skins, which

One is yours; I see, you’ve stolen

This one from a soldier, that one

From a lover’s corpse. Psycho-phantom,

A shadow your are! Under the light

Silently you crawl, dividing the scars,

Scarcely your own, desiring everything

And more! I say now, I wish I could see;

Of your many faces, which one is me!