In Full View
David J Walker
Twice this week
I failed the test of
mirrored self-recognition
Denying any demesne of the
face refracted in the broken
glass of time
It is not me
It is not mine
A patronized visualization of
which of the last pictures
I remember and recognize
From time
As if I had died at an early age
Of innocence and youthful beauty
As if wading up a spreadsheet
With the sum of the days of age
Which part of the tapestry
Would I unthread
As I lay my head on the alter
Of the pedestal of History
And fall sleep
In full view of the mirror