Skull

A grinning skull
With empty eye sockets
Staring blindly
At nothing.

Did it once watch
The rising, golden sun,
Saw flowers in their bloom
And looked with passion
Into a lover's eyes,
Experienced life
In all its phases?

Could you but talk
You grinning skull,
What stories
You could tell!

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz