Tag: Eyes

Epitaph

Back to the shoreline, you stroked

with reverent fingers, weathered

wet and cold between the eyes

 

My sisters came and picked my bones

 

Caused salty scratches to the skin

A public nakedness for all to see

Soon forgotten as the earth passed

 

Razored

Above Kite Hill, you searched for the right breeze.

I waited, my manjha ready to cut.

Below, an assembly clapped and cheered

As a million eyes were averted

By sordid headlines and Sunday lattes.