The Face-Maker
hunched over,
scrunched over; broken wire
like a round, broken, spine–you–
So I thought
he is constipation
and my mother said
he is broken
and my friend said
he is dying, d
The Face-Maker
hunched over,
scrunched over; broken wire
like a round, broken, spine–you–
So I thought
he is constipation
and my mother said
he is broken
and my friend said
he is dying, dead, cold–a corpse–
and he hobbled, wobbled, bobbled
and from his teeth hung
the face he wore
like a loaf of blood
and soul–
the dripping eel
of my heart
as it wrenched out–
like your teeth,
ever sea deep in my neck.
Muhammad Munhib Shah
27-4-2024
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