~RACHEL
LODEN~
RECONSTRUCTED
FACE
Surely this face—generic, blank—
betrays no terror. But her
other face
is lost and floating on the river,
upturned like a lily in the air.
The police artist has slapped the
flesh
back on her, wants us to know her,
makes her smile in that special
way
a reconstructed woman smiles
after she's found without her face
on
in a river, as though she tried
but failed to save us from the trouble
of her being there, our having to
admit
that yes, we know her, smiling in
the clay
the way we know the face of our
own mother,
the reconstructed face that never
fooled us, built as crudely as it
was
upon the scaffold of the other.
© by Rachel Loden