The Dialect of Eyes

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Submitted: March 21, 2018

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ASYLUM

*The Dialect Of Eyes

 

His violence hooks and rattles,

Like that snake of diamond pattern,

Behind the pale, flat stones

Of his desert eyes. His mouth

Invites your friendship, a cave

Warm with innocuous campfire words.

Look closer, toxic venom

Dried unspoken on his bitten lip.

In my parched and orphan past

I learned the dialect of eyes.

I heard his mysoginistic hiss, saw

Fangs grown for his mother.

One moccasin tread too near,

I'd meet his death of slow digestion.

Prey lured by his coiled oration.

Raped in his roughneck sleeping bag,

Body buried near the Trail,

Only the mangy-hide coyote and

The Tarantulas' desert witness left

To mourn your trusting, so mysterious

Soon forgotten surrogate death.

Learn the dialect of eyes.

 

~Alexander Guinevere Kern

copyright '86


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