Masks

A mask party a la
Marcel Marceau
Dance around
In a park nude
With a cover
Over your nose
And silent mouth
Saying nothing
Observing only
Your fellow people
As they twirl as well
In the twilight zone
Of true  fairytales
Letting yourself
Be looked at
Realizing that
We are nothing
But humans
What we say is
How we act
As dancers
In life’s ballet
Only  everyone
Does it differently
Grayish bluish
Beamlight on
The specters
In mouth/nose tutus
Twirling the batons
And humping
Undetectably on
Two sticks
It is surely
A mascarade
Of mummanity