Brakebill Mound Mask


[Mother’s Eye, photographer unknown]

Brake Mound Mask

Ocean shell ridged and lined by waves,

rejected by the sea to find a man’s hand.

A man who would cut eyes of open wonder,

rectilinear nose and cooing mouth.

A face of bliss? Surprise? Innocence?

And this man would take you with him,

place your hard face over his transient one

as he lay down under the mound

and his god would know of his awe,

and let him rest, and allow him his spirit

But you are ripped from the ground,

meaning stripped from you like dirt clods

and you coo at the scavenger

like a baby lost from its mother.


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