We All Discard Our Eyes

By | 2 February 2001

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.

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