The Wicker Man
The herald of campy tidings,
I wear my tawdry coat
of transparent shadows, unfolding
this shroud containing
odd words and incantations
burnished by ritual
until their reflection becomes
that mirror
through which your eyes see
and you, my brothers, are judged.
Come closer
and look.
Scott Malby
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