Ode to Faces

Faces where the eyes have lived for years

Faces wild in feelings or numb in nothing

Hollow of the eyes, the forehead alley

The mountainous nose and the blowholes

Mouth's cavern that hides and unhides words

Teeth houses in metropolitan concatenations

Ears that listen to how the face ends in motion

Faces where eyes have lived for years

Faces dwindling and drooping in time

Before falling away, crumpled in tearlessness

For years to come and not to come

Eyes that have stopped caressing faces

And yet the old shadow image of her face from side on

Massive against the sky

A tiny ipod in the same frame

Unadorned by the ears

Sits like unplayed music

Her face recedes as it meets the stillness of the sky

And yet those trembling brows

Know how to enact facelessness.