Bloodless Eyes

The fresco had started
peeling off. I was-
searching for my ancestors.

The walls had the secrets
buried deep in the bricks-
when they were baked.

Few abandoned poems,
some fakes and counterfeits
and many masks.

A dynasty speaks of
the grieving world without any-
remorse. I do not arrive.

A birthday present for the new
generation, a bronzed
face with glazed eyes looking beyond gravity.