Dramaturgical Decor — Sam Spratt - Masks of Luci

Observation

The Mask Seller’s Observation I carve, I paint, with careful hands, Yet never once do I understand. Why hide a face, when truth is free? Still, masks they want—and pay to me. A king’s bold grin, a jester’s cheer, They buy, they wear, they disappear. “What is it that you all conceal?” They only laugh but never reveal. Yet hunger speaks, so I obey, I shape, I mold, I sell each day. Perhaps one day, no masks they’ll need— But ‘til that day, my hands still feed.

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