Faye Sizemore

DÉJÀ VU
(An Ode to Sorrow)

Old Bird…
I know you…

It is true
… and here
we are
again… anew

I have seen
your gaze before
I remember it
from days of yore

My memory
has been tweaked
by the sound
of your voice as it speaks

My pulse is racing
in bounds and leaps
Memory hones in
and takes truest aim

You were that crow
who pecked out my eyes
as my heart lay… rotting
upon a plundered plain…