Alexander’s Voices

are eyeballs in the soil
where animals go to ground.

The eyes follow thin twigs
of his demons as they caper
with hardened veins of blood
pulled from his live pumped body

and armed with blackthorn spikes.

are one book twice a persons size
he lugs, back and knees bent,
with each step he takes
another page is added to the volume.

Were once satirical, light hearted
lithographs of student life.
Those voices are distant now.

Den’s and set holes follow
him without a blink.