He lies there silently, alone on the desk
Ever ready to awake, yet content to stay at rest

His eyes lay shut gently,
not closed tight for protection,
just enough that he can sleep

Grout and sediments collect
at the corners of his eyes
from years without opening

But he looks unbothered
by the grey pools of muck
covering his face

He has no ears on the sides
where they should be
But this does not make him unhuman,
He simply does not need them

On his right cheek
a pool of flesh color
seems to flow from bottom to top
as if he is slowly coming back to life

And so we wait,
but still he lays silently,
alone on the desk

~Brad C