We know who is behind the mask:
Zorro, Batman, and Spiderman—
males who characters don’t recognize
though TV viewers can.
Dramatic irony gives them
to us wiser watchers, we whose
identities mask truer selves
after years of endless practice.
“Peek-a-boo, I see you!” is
the first of many games we play
to distinguish what can’t be seen
from identities we claim.
“It’s me!” Is it? Words come through
our masks, though they may not defraud.
We think that we control the mask,
but we are the mask of God.
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