And after that

they went home they said

He looks older than we do;

he has deep lines

that cut in on either side,

that look like they are going to meet somewhere

and carve him up

like that jig saw on a stand for the customers to try

He’s really not a person they said

He’s a kind of abstraction

a half assed memory of what perhaps he was

and thinks

he still may be

But what they thought was

How pretentious can one be

spouting words like oil from a well

and telling tales of another time

as if that will smooth those lines

like a botulinum injection would

and reverse the years