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Look into my Face


by Darryl Price


I'm only a man far from home. You 
turn your eyes downward. It might be catching. 
It might disturb your sun getting in, to 
illuminate your labor. Cruelty is necessary to avoid 

internal wars. You do not feed the hungry. 
You must not shelter such thoughts. That a 
man in need of human comfort is your 
own brother. If only he was a kitten. 

That starving would be less easier to ignore? 
All things are hard for us, living on 
a stone and a star. Who has the 
milk for that? Should we then feed the 

animals before our own children? I'm only a 
man, weary of siren dreams, calling from across 
the seas of now lost horizons. Look into 
my growing face, that I might see another 

living soul's bud or drooping blossom, looking back, 
before I return to the arms of the 
thickening trees, and pass forever into your history 
of these uncertain days. Look into my face.

I lived once here among you. I do 
not hold it against you now or ever. 
Life is already a too long goodbye that 
never gets properly said. Here I walk mine. 

   
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