Eleven Faces - Rupert Hine

I feel the blood of a reptile run

Through the veins of a child

And should my eyes trick my memory

Will the beast she’d his skin in the wild

The screen is lit

And there they stand

In single line

A column of figures

That totals something different — everytime

Perhaps his face was wiped away that night

To leave some other that I’ll never recognise;

Do I remember how he held the woman down

His shadow made a pool so deep she had to drown

Eleven faces

Blank and taunting

Through the glass

A swarm of eyes

I didn’t see before — now wait for me to pass

Perhaps his face was wiped away that night

To leave some other that I’ll never recognise;

Do I remember how he held the woman down

His shadow made a pool so deep she had to drown

Ten faces melt away until there’s only one

And someone murmurs now, you must decide

I feel the blood of a reptile run

Through the veins of a child

And should my eyes trick my memory

Will the beast she’d his skin in the wild