Behind Death's Curtain Poem by james watkin

Behind Death's Curtain



Whom you just saw, well-groomed and suave
A good repute advances
To what's yet applauded for, reduced:
A performance. No more!

Life-details, in what prides itself
A world, on appearances
Commended for, character-defined;
A stage-play's; so made for!

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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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