The eyes of the dead.

For a moment the eyes of the living met the eyes of the dead.
And they did not strike like fists nor dent the edge of contact nor was there any eyelid or eclipse to restrict the dangerous glance between them.

The eyes of the living and the dead met only for a moment to excavate at the place of their meeting a lap less rough,
a space without danger,
a zone along the line between life and death.