faces on the wall

from a father's eyes

the faded copy, weathered by an invisible enemy

slowly the eyes decay, their shine washed away

eaten, a white field mouse in and autumn brown meadow

uncovered by the passing breeze

while withered eyes well up

light intensified in their gaze

frozen, a goldfish in an Alaskan pond

fixated beyond the surface

black blood oozing,

seeping, an oil spill, a white sand beach

whose tide is coming in, every wave

slowly, steadily, carries it's own death.