The all-seeing eye in the sky spies Hades below.
The magnet trap of the tik-tik fly spits in the eye
to cover its fever.
They worship the eye with blood-red wine and anaemic
pie letting children cry for there’s no room for laughter
in the vast blue sky.
Twist in their sigh left for weeks by never-ending ways
bought with silver wrought from gold stained with red
wine slaking thirsty throats.
The bright blue sky with the never-closed eye
reflects in the ocean of tears and my twisted sigh
drowned by fathomless waves.
Open the windows of your soul to the still black sky.
Bring upon your head the lament of acid rain stinging
tears in the conquering eye.
Blood let the lustful tattoo on your sweaty inner thigh
bourne of ink torn from sinew pulled from heaven by her cry
of unspoken abstinence.
Bleed while you may while others seize the day
in the name of the eye that never blinks, never thinks
in the highlight of fate.
Hate the invalids of the eye’s sacred sterile strife
and pour oil on flames covering their fertile fields
fretted by the sigh of death.
Drink the brackish wine of their blood-red tears. Cry
with the eye that never weeps for it has not hands but
claws to cut out our sight.
Worship on the dust of the crust severed from the die
and laid at the stigmata feet of the disjointed swollen eye
seeing all in the darkness.
Swim with the locusts and pestilence of the hidden eye
and never pry into the machinations of the charcoal horses
tethered to our tomb.
Seek angels on pinheads as they sigh with grief and fly
to blue heights beyond the eye’s ken knowing only truth
never to be told.
Open your wings, but never your mind’s naked eye.
Leave it dry of tears wept wantonly for the unknown
bones of the plague pits.
Behold a human image held high in the esteem of bloated men.
Walk with us, through us, as air, O, spying eye, and show ardour
in the blueness of your sky.
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