The Peel’s The Thing
©March 20th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Everything is camouflage,
All of it, all.
So, who are you, really
When you don’t blend in?
Under all those words,
Under all those deeds,
What is your true
Immaculate, perfect Face?
You peel and peel away
Each layer of self
Until you reach the core,
And it’s not there!
Perhaps, the mistake
Is in assuming there is one.
Perhaps the peel’s the thing
Perhaps the core’s a dream.
Metaphors fail us
When we need them most.
And what are we without them?
Just a trace of ourselves, mere ghosts.
Mere constructs we are
Of memory, of love, of lust
Of DNA strands coiling
In eternal dance.
Constructs which think
Constructs which grow
Constructs which reflect
Themselves in fun-house mirrors!
And with these peeled shadows,
These confused reflections,
These strands of DNA which dance,
You make a life, and await death.