Glance in a Mirror

Lui Collins

You stood before the world
climbed right up there on your soapbox
said your piece
made your mark

and now you wonder that the eyes of the world are upon you?
you feel them
boring into the back of your skull

as John Q said
you made your bed
but you are not lying
only whining
declining your part in its creation

escape
is at your toetips
you could walk away
anytime you choose

and yet you remain
– complaining
blind to the demolition
brought to pass by your own self-judgment
reflected
in every mirror
you take for a window

November 11, 2000