Fair face was caged
like a fingerprint
on the dayiron swatted glass.
When steel went from butterfly
to shark,
and hearts fell as one
into tributes.
But the face sighed like a ballad
when it heard voices of war.
Its cheeks sagged heavy,
the ears howled
and bald lips sipped bullets.
Witness to Love
in shapes of memories and plague...
@Steven Francis Poems 2008
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