Friday, June 30, 2017

Poem 130: He Sees Faces in the Glass

I see faces of blood
faces of bone
faces of sphincter-like
aspect
horrible faces of stone

faces of meat
faces of crème brûlée
and of meringue
in an advanced stage
of decay

revolving faces
shifting melting
features rearranged
utterly the eyes
however
have not changed








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