Stony Regard

Standing before the gilded mirror

head cocked

hair combed

beaming a buffonish smile.

Stony

the image stares back.

Never hearing the critics

ears stoppered.

Never reading the pans

eyes blinded.

‘I am great.’

‘I am right.’

‘I will win the world.’

Stony

the image continues to glare.

Staring in the mirror

seeing not his narcissism

perceiving proof

he is the new God…

one who triumphs

whilst destroying the world.

Stony

the image remains as he departs.