Who is this man of which you speak

A hallow man, with a set of theatrical masks

That project grotesque shadows upon the world

A monster of evil, a creature ,yes a creature

Whose moral viciousness is vividly stamped

On his twisted body who believes

He has been cruelly cheated by dissembling nature

Yet has with skill a fathomless malice fashioned

Aye and calls for the closing of ears

To the admonitions of conscience

And to vicious energies of hate and ambition

Yes and gives to the eyes coordinates locating an illusion

Whilst he would still the lips with distance

That evaporates in a poignant lament

Of shrouds and gaping graves

Of deformed and emaciated children

Forced to hide in the darkness

The darkness that shadows his words and actions

Gives to us the unbearable fear of abandonment

That would mutate and change places

With the frequent futility of human endeavor

Who is the man of which you speak

It is a man who tosses pebbles