We all see the same things
Why don't we see all things the same?
In that cavern behind our eyes
Light is trapped,
wrapped around corners, stopped
dead
in its tracks
on bones
piles and piles of bones
thousands upon thousands of bones!
Oh, these grievances
these hindrances
these wincing witnesses,
skeletons:
muskets in hand
lurking invisibly
or, at least, inconspicuously
until they see the whites of my eyes...
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Bloddy brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI took me a minute, but once I got it, I was sold.