© Christopher Raine




A visage carved in marble
a hero kept from age,
the great performance
of an actor,
while the man lies in the grave

I’m picking out the costume
and the make-up
I should wear
that picture in the newspaper,
the ‘persona au contraire’

It isn’t for the theatre,
the limelight, or the stage
The deconstruction of
this character,
is a war that’s always waged

To reveal all the secrets
that lurk beneath one’s skin,
components disassembled,
made whole again

I prefer a little distance
from the faces I have played,
but I want you all to love me,
at least, this person
I have made