As forests were converted

to ash and stumps

to concrete
I spent the years to make

this Mask
And I’m concealed
Shielded from the





ridicule
Of despisers of the truth

and of nature
But in my time of hiding
I’ve found it hard to breathe
Asphyxiated by my all time


favorite Disguise
And cities take too long to build

to level them now
Still, exhausted by short breaths
I reach up to peel off the Mask
Only to find it superglued

to my skin
Fixed by the years’ adhesive
The truth eludes me now
Gasping for air
my greatest fear surfaces
My eyes close
I let out a strangled breath


and accept
That it might be too late