Dancers dance on unvarnished floor
Teardrops cluster on unfinished ledge
All the lacquer in the world can't conceal
Black mold clinging at the edges of silence
And silence gnawing like a well-fed cancer
Painful enlightenment when dawn comes to show
Decay has over taken every careless surface
There's nothing to be done now nothing left to save
But close your eyes for an hour or a lifetime
You could still pretend that nothing had changed.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/superficial-10/
