"Souvenir" (2nd version)

Owl eyes hewn from
an idol shouldn’t exist
concentric circled targets
grooves caked orange
marble-weight green as
sage hemisphere feathers
dug like fingernails into
skin sharp edges where
decapitation occurred waiting
eyes like terror in the mélange
of wrappers
and lids.

Clay bowl formed in
clumsy hands to be palmed
heavier than guilt
fired by a thought
of god perched
on the edge
of need is stone
a good circle in the way
people are (good
or bad).

Broken by an unknown century
smooth parallel lines
on the path discarded
by an archaeologist
examined by
the occasional wayward
child kicked like
a pebble.