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the game of War
the face of a faceless man
staring back at me.
one eye shut
the other a hole,
looking deep into my soul
the face of a faceless man
haunts my dreams.
nose unbroken
hair clean and black,
glistening under the sun.
the face of a faceless man
I never did see.
his fingernails clean
skin smooth and freckly.
a butterfly rests
on the face of that man.
a man who is unknown to me.
what would have become,
should have become
of the man with no face?
a scholar or soldier?
teacher or lover?
maybe neither, maybe both.
all I knew
was what I saw:
the face of the faceless man.
fragile and beautiful
the face of a faceless man
staring back at me.
one eye shut
the other a hole,
looking deep into my soul
the face of a faceless man
haunts my dreams.
nose unbroken
hair clean and black,
glistening under the sun.
the face of a faceless man
I never did see.
his fingernails clean
skin smooth and freckly.
a butterfly rests
on the face of that man.
a man who is unknown to me.
what would have become,
should have become
of the man with no face?
a scholar or soldier?
teacher or lover?
maybe neither, maybe both.
all I knew
was what I saw:
the face of the faceless man.
fragile and beautiful
in life and in death.
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LIT160 Introduction to Literature, Spring 2007
Published with permission.
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