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Took a face from some dire play

that long ago had wound its way

'cross cobblestone and battlefield



Took a face from Hamlet's daughter

all abloom with watery dark lines

sunshine could've never healed



Yes,  we took a face from daVinci's dream

of life made easy by machine

sight is all ablaze



We took those dark no color eyes

of some nameless man who

left this grass so long ago



And see the rich so elegant all dismal red

the speakeasy pallor all gay

and thick with smoke



Slowly avert your eyes

those eyes of love from who you

see milling this Chandler floor



Our face we adore and adorn and will

never forget what it looked

in its youth



Soon look again at the Play and the scenes

that keep changing authors

all on their own



See,  Robert Heinlein was right and it only figures

we have dreamed up some

outrageous creatures



It's a big universe



Show me your face in that dire play

you've been secretly writing,  my friends,

the one that is fevered and sorely bruised



Or I'll see that young lady before me

what she has writ before will suddenly

vanish her just like she planned



I cannot demand that the uncertain happen

only put it in a special place deep

in a bottle



My handwriting suffers and futures get broken

when I face a black page, staring

hypnotic slut



Cut off my hands if you think I'm endangering

any lives Saddam

knows the scene



My face is on fire

I place it on the wall all smokey and

glow as it sits behind bulletproof glass