The Cask Master


He keeps his whiskey flask
hidden from partners’ eyes.
Sworn to a sober task,
he mouths his sodden lies.
His is a wooden mask —
a visage veined and mottled —
aged like the oaken cask
from which his oaths are bottled.

(from Very Far North, Waywiser Press, 2002.)

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