Short In Stature With Tattoos Poem by Aiko Lactaotao

From the description of the witnesses:

An intensity to his eyes
brown and blurry
that is almost haunting,
halfway stalking
a serenity intended to be malignant

But the nostrils!
round and flared
angry as an ox's
two blackholes gaping
waiting for something to get sucked in it

I suppose
he explores them
with his fingers
every once in a while

can you sketch that. sketch that. sketch that.