Face Facts

Robert Ronnow
The Imaginary i

Face Facts

Jagged bent faces, black wet rock
When it rains your face becomes a holy bowl

Peace has many faces
Face it, you’ll never know so stop asking questions

Flat perspective, faces of the victims among flames, in no particular agony
My face tells me nothing, not nothing but nothing useful

It is life we face and death we meet
I’ve seen my death face and it’s not pretty

Once you’re gone most of us forget your face and previous accomplishments
Old friends face certain dissolution with perplexity, comity and humor

Sacrifice or joy, but that expresses only the surface of our emotions
The face of joy: a job well done, a baby born, a marriage for better or worse, a negotiated end
to the war

I go in front of the mirror and observe the changes to come in my face
Yellow ape teeth chimping in the glass death face

Although my face is a mask of hate and pain
With fire-blackened face I buy a popsicle after work

Face up in the emergency room, facing doom
Even in the face of individual heroics, the male and female face a blur

Bombs and poison, grief, chiseled tearless face
Eric and Lisa clean their baby’s face

Map-faced men, crow-like women, the faces in the funeral pews are impassive
Few men achieve their potential in the face of history, society and their personal flaws

Interface of rock and flesh, I have surely lost face often in my life
Will the holocaust wipe the smile off the face of our romantic comedy?