Photography, Poetry and Art Projects by Ciaran Burke

Silent Faces

Silent Faces

Faces of time that do not tick,

numbered and silent,

they look out at passing lives

reflected in high prices.

I walk past a saviour

fallen in a woman’s arms

the doors of his house

no home to a discarded soul.

Lost like dropped gloves,

thrown butts and fallen leaves.

An invisible face survives,

another night, cold sleep,

card on stone,

as shadows of lives pass by.

Ciaran Burke

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