Faceless Form

There is a strangeness to a figure glimpsed at a distance,

whether trailed down a deserted twilight street,

or standing statue-like in an overgrown yard,

like a black chalk-mark against an overcast sky,

features indiscernible from across this void, 

but clearly staring in your direction. 

It's as if such a spirit

could pull the very landscape down around them,

with a wordless raising of fists, 

or a silent nod.