ORB

ORB

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Hidden under the layers of Facebook faces

an atomized midst covers the photos

deceitfully prudent and divisively masked

and obscure-

presenting themselves as an Orb.

Floating over a quiet cemetery

or in the hauntings of a house, the abyss they air

barley flickers or shows life within

like a dormant birth waiting to be aborted.

I was once an aborted fetus

reincarnated into a Warrior of God

now swinging axe and sword

against the black cape of evil himself.

When I see an Orb

I know that someone is a hidden challenge

a wart on the skin

only the heat of a laser could remove.

There must be beauty as well as ugly

behind these corridors

where people hide their facial identities.

Those willing to be ‘real’

will never hide behind the curtains call.

Trust is a prisoners delight

as the pirates

can been seen through the windows

masquerading in the plain air of day.

Jumping at the mere sound of its realism

we strike a match and light a cigarette.

So who are you?