To a Face We Cannot See

to a face we cannot see.

somewhere abrupt. remember me,

in prime of life

one slice was I. two shades the hidden stare;

how many now the roots

feeding brain a voltage through a straw?;

one step stampede

neither race nor gaunt

a hunters prey

sunflower seeds all aching of my joints;

the kick inside

hatching crab-like jaws to safe retreat.

as safe as numbers crowded in a pulse;

public domain

no space alone with scant remains

dead panther all and all and me

roam free to rummage waste below our knees;

what time of day now this?

too many hands now touch and prod their gods

gifting sight a belly-full of chimes,

corduroy blue. tugging on a stem;

we and them

neither now or then,

will cock our eyes due south reluctantly,

in prime of life

to a face we cannot see;