We’re Not Here Unless We Don’t Belong Here

A row of pillars
Eroding into hoodoos
On the side of a mountain,

Evenly spaced, squared,
Look like faceless versions of
The famed Easter Island heads.

There’s the world for you,
Anything humans can do
It can do faceless,

Making me suspect
Our faces themselves
Are really faceless.

But if it’s true faces lie,
Then lying’s part of that truth.
It’s past time I weren’t alive.
I think that pillar’s smiling.