An Ending
He rang me to say I owed him,
I said, I dreamt this,
it is not true.
His African mask melted,
behind it I perceived his civilised demeanour.
This also faded.
A shadow fell between us.
For all I know, it was all just made up stuff.
To bring about an end
I walked away.
But in stark daylight,
to avoid shadows and dreams.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sun 20th Nov 2011 16:12
So strong it brought a quiver to my chest, a sympathetic shiver. And I am at odds about the ending. Avoidance of 'shadows and dreams' is not resolution. It is a new 'mask' and, in its own cover-up, just as damning as 'his'. Moreover, I find nothing 'modern' about this situation; such duplicity has been 'forever'. I think the repetition of 'shadow' is very effective, as it implies two ideas and highlights a 'blow to clarity of all kinds'.
I do think 'African' is a bit too specific for the idea of 'outlandish hiding behind', 'covering up reality'. Implying 'native' is a dicey allusion. I don't think you intend to steer us into the murky waters of East/West civilizations, but I could be wrong. Perhaps the man in question is black, and the reference does exactly fit. If not, I think you need a different word, to be just the 'horror of a mask' meant only to conceal, perhaps unknowingly even to the wearer. And now, I shut up. Always with respect.