Face eaters

 
Mirrors devour faces...
are a memory glitch.
Are the absence of a sacred heart
after the procession and flowers
crushed by the feet of those who have faith.

Sacrosanct perdition at the foot of the altar
where nothing can be heard,
where nothing happened!
A dead memory
in underground databases.

Mirrors are elephant cemeteries.
we all march, barefoot,
over the shards of the crystal self...
shattered and unfiltered,
devouring our own faces.

Idiosyncratic nudity of those who remain silent
and let the herd pass...
quietly and silently.
Forgetting ourselves
in the thorns on the ground!