Sorry's Face Poem by RIC BASTASA

i look closely at
what Sorry could be
its face:

eyeballs towards
the sky
chin stooping to
the earth
ears thinning
lips
sealed
every tooth
hidden
arms on the side
as hands
conceal the fingers
in the warm
pockets of the
pants

the feet kneeling
begging toes

and then the heart
stops beating like the drums
of the wild hunters
in Africa

then their is
this quiet

sunset in a transition
darkness is sprinkled with
bright stars