Eye on the ground

Eyes on the ground

You drop your eyes, Don't know how but you did Didn't know this was possible before Taught me another thing

When they saw me first, They were vivid, There was no voice, no fear; Now it was clear.

The way you looked at me was on the floor. Left behind. The way you were whole was on the floor. Right in front

I took the eyes, But you were gone. When I understand it was time, I buried them alive.

First I kissed the soil. Then, I dig it under your watch. The third step was the hardest of them all.

Put them on the floor, one last look. A bit more and more. It was hurting now, Better to cover all.

Soil to Soil Eyes to eyes Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Eyes were gone It was weeping time Ohh, wait, why so dark?

The god of wet eyes under the floor Please don't let me refuse. If the eyes grow out, Let them make me confuse.

Edgar Allan Poem