Glazed with bronze, carved of wood,
larger than life, elongated
features of Man.
Almost too heavy to carry.
Once called God,
before it was called Art.
Worshipped by a population,
served a diet of gold, fruit and blood.
Tiki mask disguised the Shaman’s face
as he invoked its power around the fire,
chanting and conducting the swirling smoke-
inspiring Hope in a people long since erased.
Tiki mask, once revered, now hangs on display.
Empty eye holes stare past me,
passing judgment on us all.
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