FACES ON THE WOOD

I see faces on the wood

Changing faces that could

Vanish in no time.

Like the soul,

The wood stood immortal,

But the faces transformed sole

Like the clouds in the firmament.

They cry in pain

At times mock insane

Yet chuckle at a parable

And yelp in par with cajole

They scare with an excruciating face

Still, they beseech with a pitying pace.

Like the dramatis persona on a stage

Like the fading letters in a page.

Some are not aware

Some are enlivened and dare

Some not know their existence, nevertheless

All move to the starting point tireless

Disappear and appear with a role

And again disappear to take a new role.

I see faces on the wood

Changing faces that could

Vanish in no time.