When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
[Louis MacNiece, ‘The Sunlight on the Garden’]
You cannot hide everything
behind the façade of lies,
however beautiful the façade is.
What will pain you the most
and appal those who had stood in awe
will be the horror of the grin
that the mask had concealed hitherto.
Trade in dreams cannot go on forever,
false promises will breed barren fever,
the phantoms crafted in the past
won’t be quelled with rituals of exorcism,
confessions and angst will accompany.
When all is revealed
you won’t have the right
to seek pardon.