Face Off

you send split radio signals
you are a radical two
leaning together hands clasped
facing away arms folded
fire fodder flicker fox
face forward lips drawn
your nose is a pillar of salt
your eyes slit accusations deep as lino cuts
your brow plummets down into gullies
your footprints in mud walk away
from wherever I am

what claws have been here
leaving shreds
striated strips across your
cheek