I know these features so well, I no longer see them.
That permanant
crease
between my eyebrows;
perhaps
more a result of reaching to see,
eyes squinting on the horizon…
or not.
no matter, never mind…
they have been with me
nearly since birth.
the contorted face
of someone peering
into the visual world,
awestruck
working out just
what it was,
that was
being seen
Or those grooves around my mouth and eyes
The ones that come to life in a smile
Or seem dead in a frown
Reminding me
which way I can choose
To
go
look
be
The lines don’t change
only their direction
Looking back
at these lines
it occurs to me
that
between the ages of 6 and 10
every idol of my parents
which of course meant
every idol of mine
was murdered in cold blood;
mostly in public.
No wonder my brow furrowed.
By the time I was 12,
the world
as I had been reaised
to believe in it…
equal
fair
loving
true
upright and strong
and honest
had been destroyed in front of me.
My face began to change.
Not because I was wrong or the world was bad:
But because the world had lost its compass
and I knew it.
No child on this earth can walk the world and not know if
it is the current state of affairs.
and make no mistake.
it is.
and they know it.
