1
Face to Face we
Ash And Fire Place.
Facing mans Mirror,
Right after impact.
2
As Man blinking at
Rapid pace saying
That our lying Eyes
Did not see that!
3
As if your Truth not found Cracked And upside down from the Flaps
Many Stories sound like you
Shouldn’t have flown that high
4
With disgrace We look
Tar and Feather Face.
The Man in the Mirror
Still blowing smoke
5
Up both we Ashes and
Fire Place as we turned
Round to trace the many
Heights that he fell down.
