Eyes

it’s the fog

suspended above the ground

it’s the ashes

raining down

it’s the brick wall

proudly standing

it’s the cloth tied

round your head

and all in all

you can’t see what you saw

unless you do what you did

and remove the lid

cause broken eyes

don’t work

and fog

distorts

and ashes

land in your blurry eyes

and walls

block

and cloth

blinds

but you have

two hands

so clear the fog,

put on a hat

or glasses,

break down

that wall,

and cut up that cloth

for the people whose eyes

don’t

see it