That is some face
framed by snaking black hair
right behind the glass
highly visible
precisely to be so seen
by everybody
whom you never really see
look past us all
you free from care and money problems
a powerful presence and pretty thin
how one camera lens can kill countlessly
everyone believing you are you
with those hypnotizing eyes
hiding a truth
there is no you
looking through and beyond us
promising death does not wait for all of us
like you
somehow a missed invitation
your lie holding us as stone
right behind the glass
Lanning Lee 