I encountered more people
With faces, sunken
Cut through with a cold stone blade
Blinked- then an opportunity missed
For here, now to give wider
No eyes to see change
Through skin so scaled and rusted
That your copper coin sticks fast
To make a golden impression to
Listen and answer the rattling
Of the links untied through neglect
One by one to convince them
That the world’s hope is to dust
And passers by are too busy to give a thought to change a
World’s eye view
Through a hole in the wall
They now can see the flowers
In the gardens we dance
Striving for wilting dandelions find
Peace of mind to sing of love
We- the deaf who walk close each time
To the silent hum of our eye lined bubble because
You don’t want to know, and you don’t have to
Play- pretend sublimity, oblivious fun
You are the most through dust on the ground
The creaking-jointed human
Kind of the broken wanderer
Who need us as we are and ask for
No more.