THE EYES ON TOMORROW

THE EYES ON TOMORROW
SEE THE MOUTHS OF TOMORROW
ARE HUNGRY.

SEARCHING LIKE BABY BIRDLINGS
FOR LIFE AFTER GOD
AND ELECTRICITY.

I AM A POET,
I WILL PUT OUT THE SUN.

THE EYES ON TOMORROW
SEE HINGES GO BY, TODAY,
ROOMS OPEN HOLLOW,

SEE A MAN WITH A PRYBAR
WALK PAST THE COAL CHUTE OF GRACEFUL ESCAPE
AND PAST THE SEWER GRATE THAT LEADS OUT.

ALAS, THEY ARE EYES, NOT MOUTHS.