The Face That Swallows Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

The visage becomes unrecognizable.
It's the idea that one day you shall disappear
consumed by wet earth where things deconstruct
utterly disbanding.

One day you notice the sun aiming straight at
your eyes. You think of prostrating limp-like
but you discern the ground below is shaped
like a mouth............... readying to swallow you.

There is no place to hide. You can only dangle.
You animate like an Indonesian opera marionette.
You start licking the windowsill. You smile at that
object that attracts the edges of your eyes.

You listen to the teeming termites in the wood frame
as it is gnawed into the past. You think you are
hallucinating but no, you are retarding the feeling.
You become an ipso de facto fact.

Stationary, rife with allegations, a thing observed
from time to time, never moved from its
conspicuous placement. It feels heavenly to lower
your eyelids partway, letting the eyelashes

barely touch and imagine the highways oscillating
like nerves glowing somewhere in the dark
trying to merge with themselves
but dead ending sparking furiously.

You make the phantasm last longer
by rewarding its persistence and feeding it
farfetched mind boggling fantasies
as you go down deep, deep, deeper into that mouth.