A Critique: Portait Of William Shakespeare Poem by Julian Carlos Co

Eyes like almonds,
Gazing unto fixed stations,
Intricately made for closure.
Things unmade.


Nose, drips of honey.
Sliding right to voyages, countless.
Passing through caves
So dark and unknown.


Mouth filled with soil,
From islands unvisited of young
And seas uncharted with old,
All are undying.


Windows of cabin sails,
Hears the voice of endless battle cries,
And crimes of bearable silence,
Bottled on, and drifted undone.