War
and the Universal Face
You've
seen it
In the passenger side window, front seat
of an old Dodge Dart,
in the aisle of a crowded plane
pressed between carry-on luggage and aging flight attendants,
in the line at the grocery store
reaching for a plastic green divider bar advertising Salem Lights,
in the waiting room, behind an old Redbook magazine
sitting still, waiting.
You
know the face;
two eyes, a nose,
a mouth,
a pair of ears,
all placed within degrees of each other...
arranged miraculously the same
yet
with infinite variation.
So
there's a mole, there's a scar,
there's more or less pigment,
some whiskers maybe even a frown....
It's the same face.
We each wear it...
What's all the fuss about?
©
Harley
