Gli Occhi Devono Avere Loro Parte
No-one stuffed my mouth with gold:
Something glib, something easy, escaped instead;
No-one sighs, and I sigh back.
No-one shut my eyes with silver:
Something shadowed, something beyond, was seen;
No-one glanced, and I glanced back.
I only did what came naturally,
The second cigarette, quick, eager,
Riding the back of the first.
There should be more of a confession here.
The eyes must have their part;
If that’s what you want, and a quick laugh.
No-one gilded my eyes with lead
Or stuffed my mouth with rags.
I hoped and no-one looked back,
Reached and fell slowly away.
It was a winter count
Snow that fell snow upon snow,
Oubliettes, like dust on the wind,
An accumulation of increments, infinite.