Facescapes

I see ancestors in everyone’s faces

Echoes of ancient civilizations

Reflected there as visual clues


Hints, in the eyes, of far away places

Recalling hard-sought destinations

Suggested by ruddy skin hues


In shaggy mane or silken tress

I see those who came before

And dared to survive


The oldest custom or style of dress
Says less where a nose says more
About those once alive


Inescapable, immutable law

Started at the earliest dawn

From where the races ran


Occipital brow or slender jaw

Each belies forefathers gone

Borne through time by man