FIRST SIGHT

by Shaun Grub

Open your eyes wide enough to see
What the dead crawl back here to find.

If you have to see it to believe it
I'm afraid you'll have to stay blind

In bricks of faces all held together
With a most curious mortar of eyes.

The future has already been set in stone.
The time it takes must be paid up front.

Drawing towards them flies.

Shin stabbing pencil pushers.
I'm dead. Wake up the dog.
There are candles in your eyes.
Fingernails are growing in the cellar.
The blind run faster if wounded.
The past will complete itself soon.
All that remains will scatter adrift.
Those asleep should not be killed.
The grandest illusion of all is change.
Like the rippling reflections of a gem
Turned between thumb and forefinger 
In bricks of faces all held together
With a most curious mortar of eyes.
If you have to see it to believe it
I'm afraid you'll have to stay blind
Open your eyes wide enough to see
What the dead crawl back here to find.