We all discard our eyes one day.

Sticking them on the wall, we scratch around

caught in a cobweb, relish our rest peacefully.

Once Anancy created a whole world,
    now he will undo his mischief, relieving us

    of our routine: no more seeing then

    those soft, harsh colours; figurines, ribs —

    only sticky gum will put us together
if we fall apart. We’ll enjoy the warmth

released by the dazzling eyes disowned long before.