Written and spoken by Myrna Moore
They have always been there from Africa gleaming wood carved in praise
To Egypt immortalised in gold for the journey into eternity.
Through China, Tibet, Indonesia and pre – Columbus Americas.
They have always been there
Greeks and Romans honoured Dionysus in ritualised dance.
Played out in Comedos, Tragos and Satire
Evolving into Venetian Carnivale
Hidden or exposed
No longer a contemplation
No longer a subterfuge or Theatrical device
Just a thing of beauty or suspicion
Nevertheless, necessary for our survival.
With the gods, call upon our ancestors to save us.
Meanwhile we don our masks
Present a new face
To the world.