Felix Dennis

Felix Dennis, Poet, Publisher and Tree Planter

We Are Different When We Are Alone…

‘We are different when we are alone...’
We are different when we are alone,
   When artifice has no use,
When the mask of our laughter is bone
   And the werewolf of self is loose;

As fingernails harden to claws
   And skin to reptilian scale,
As we lope to our bed on all fours,
   And the mirror reveals a tail...

With the birds of community flown,
   We to ourselves grow strange,
We are different when we are alone—
   Like a garden at night, we change.


Poem Published in the following books: Homeless In My Heart  

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