Poetry Drafts / 12 June 2020

I wear the face of a dead man

I wear the face of a dead man.
Between the eyes a brow, a
Frown and therein lies the crux of the
Matter, the moments spent
Searching for the truth behind
The scaffolding; the lies, the man
Scattered between the nuts and
Bolts, the fallen hero no longer
Worshipped.

I wear the face of a dead man,

Cawing.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.