Death Mask

[Tiger the Lion]

Hey Keith. I haven't offered a legitimate crit here in months. The guilt is overwhelming so I beg you don't mind me trying here. I will try to offer some line by line thoughts.

I wasn’t sure I would remember the house some punctuation needed after house(semi-colon or em dash?)
an old photograph was all I had,
self seeded plants softened the cracks self-seeded
but the driveway was still black and white.

Arthur’s skeleton opened the door, I like that his skeleton answered the door, but do skeletons have faces?
his face gouged like sculptors clay
thin lines under cheek bones
thumbed deep into eye sockets.

The meniscus of old age bottled his vision I like the idea of bottled but am wrestling with the conjugation
but he still had a Whiskey gruffness agree this is effective
that reminded me of forgotten songs
and pearl inlays.

Pyjamas protruded from under his clothes I don't like protruded here. Might just be my rusty self. Poked would preserve the alliteration and irk me less. Again, it might just be me.
as he moved around the room to fall fireside,
touching each ledge like a child learning to walk,
stroke is such a gentle word. I love the commentary of this line. Enough that I would consider italicizing stroke for visual emphasis.
The room had kept hold of its memory,
veneered in dust and damp that crept out of the carpet I think there are a few problems with this line. Veneer is meant to be ornate and cover sins, not be the sin, Also, dust and damp tend to sink in more than creep out. 
slowly making it hard to see, hard to remember.

He spoke in bursts, bending each exhaled breath love this
to make the sounds.
he told me how much he missed my mother.
“She Agree this isn't working. It doesn't look like a "burst". Maybe less is more.
was
my
baby
sister”
I knowcomma I saidcomma and took his hand.
His old Jack Russell
lifted its head to sniff the air.
“He’s
fuckin(')
farted
again”
I know I said,
and let go of his hand.

I hope some of this helps. I like the sketch. Thanks for the read,
Paul