A wizard floats above it all.
He hides his face
behind false confessions and a one-way mirror.
He hides his face
behind false confessions and a one-way mirror.
He holds nothing too dear.
He sells gossip, bleach and
time bombs on TV.
He beams images into a billion homes.
He paints one
head red, another blue,
oracles
for empty minds.
He broadcasts fictions on cue.
He sells books that no one reads.
He offers advice that no one needs.
The
gray ones have been banished,
exiled
with Dante into the furnace,
ashes into the trash.
A
few horses remain just outside the city
but
no one
knows
how to ride.
