I recently bought an ethnic mask from a charity shop.


You seemed to smile at me
In the shop of hope,
Or was it that take-me-home
Look that abandoned pets
Give to would-be homers?
Now I've nailed you to
My study wall like bagged game,
Stuffed with the vitality of ownership;
Weeks later, browsing in the reference
Section of my local library,
I spot you in a full colour plate,
A fetish for death, you are, by God.

Chris Fernie, 2006

Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-10-06 at 20:08

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow, that was an eerie purchase. How fortunate to be able to find out just what it is. And, then, to find out just what it is!!! well done Chris.

Emeka Chike Nwogu
I like this one. It reminds of the masqurade that we have way back in the village.
You culture is so strong that it cannot be abandoned.