Poetry

the eye's third

written by: alf hickey

This eye sees more
More than fickle science
Fickle hiding on the face
The clothes

It is the eye of pain
Locked with many wearied eyes
Trapped in unknown ways
The eye of knowledge

One eye is divided
not the eye to me or to God
I dream it were a button
Sleep so inconvenient

To smother in the cloud
The repetition pillow
That divides us from the earth
The world inbetween

The eye to the others
Is the eye of the vain
Its network a web of chains
Ignoring God's frowns

With eyelids broken
The eye is held in pain
Suspended in the fire
Of sin's predestination

Our cries to end it
To euthenise us- the planet
Yet grace is in this torture
Time tortured grace our chance

Many fists beat at God's chest
Merging with His own heart
Our angry violent fists kill one another
Money fists, our murderous pride

The eye's third cannot lie
Will not hide away the ways
Its vicious view
Both our on and off

Its sight, the gut of change