The Strange Masks

Tessa Kale

                                                                 Admit it
though there are hands and feet, there are no bodies—
this is why they are frightening!
behind is only emptiness.

                                                                 Hands grasp
a bottle, gesture and wave, and forefingers
point for a tiny clown to dance
upon: O monstrous! monstrous masks

                                                               enormous
and drunk, most likely, waiting in a heap
in the cold attic for Monsieur
Ensor to vivify so they can

                                                               “testify
with a cruel candor to what existence
is when it is not life” —look they
are everywhere, more than ever!

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About the Work

Tessa Kale

Tessa Kale is the author of a prize-winning chapbook, The Hudson Line, and a novel, Daphne Underground.

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