EYES

A poem about what once was but has forever changed.

EYES



Across the fiery summer sky
It watches.
That once beautiful, glowing orb
Slowly goes blind.
Final moments regarding us.
Soon the cyclops will blink.
The eye will cry and glitter the blindness.
Sparkling tears will puddle
Making a new stone eye.
Drivers will stop their cars,
Lean out of their windows,
Stare.

Sister beside me,
Lights her cigarette
Kisses me and smiles.
Strokes my hair
Tells me she loves me,
Not to be scared.
We talk of things that I remember.
Why can’t I remember my daddy’s face?
I can feel the air part.
My sister’s arms spread wide.
There, I will fall
Like a tired avalanche.