Hardtack and dry bread crusts glare
From all the year-mountains and day-canyons,.
Detritus of a life that cobble together a face—
A model for protoplasm are his eyes,
Coded not simply for color, but for hiding and revealing.
Shaped by slaps and daddy-belt lashings,
Both as receiver and as bestower.
The arch of brow over the cave of unshed tears.
Scraped out cheeks, nude of beard, grizzled Keystone moustache .
Subducted chin and pendant jowl.
A life inscribed in wrinkles, there for the reading.
Who will translate?