No Eyes

 

No Eyes

 

I am not as comfortable

With intended blindness as some.

I am not as slavishly devoted

To ignoring the loaded gun.

The evidence is piling up,

And they’re running out of sand

To force their head back into,

Why won’t they understand?

 

The blatant lies,

The bandage disguise,

The childish snarks,

The pillaged marks.

 

Demanded loyalty,

And they refuse to see

The declining score,

All of this and more…

 

I am not as comfortable

With intended blindness as some.

I am not as slavishly devoted

To ignoring the loaded gun.

The evidence is piling up,

And they’re running out of sand

To force their head back into,

Why won’t they understand?

 

The temps too warm,

The violent storms.

Places hit twice,

The melting ice.

 

The drying lakes,

What will it take?

The washing shores,

All of this and more…

 

I am not as comfortable

With intended blindness as some.

I am not as slavishly devoted

To ignoring the loaded gun.

The evidence is piling up,

And they’re running out of sand

To force their head back into,

Why won’t they understand?

 

Cliff Lake 10/9/2024

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024

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