Fake

In a world of make believe

your surprised your foes

by accepting them

for what they pretended to be

you let them imagine

that their uselessness

was but an important ornament

of their petty lives

masking their void

with a garment of mist

they smiled at you

satisfied with your complacency

and flattered by your acceptance

and you left then happy

for no reason at all

in your gardens you sometimes have

a bindweed that imagines

that it is a rose

Claude Lopez-Ginisty