The Kiowa No-Face Doll Kiowa Boarding School, Anadarko They see how you hold your doll With love and desperation. Are they to imagine expression On the bare, impenetrable mask? There is nothing to reflect The face of a child, glad or sad, Who see upon this sere surface Anonymity only, a random Fetish of precise uniformity. For those who brought you here, You are the image of your doll. For those who relegated you To military sameness, you bear The visage of a faceless race.
