THE MAN WITH THE EYES IN HIS HANDS
He came from the highlands
With eyes in his hands
He followed his visions
To faraway lands
He waded through the lowlands
And across burning sands
Where the earthworm's eye
Meets the devil's hand
He asked for a word
A way through the world
An escape rope to heaven
An axe or a sword
He cut through the jungle
A land overtaken
Where vines made of words
Choke the throats of generations
The vines bled their poison
It clung to his skin
They robbed him of vision
If he let it seep in
He was the last of the men
With the eyes in his hands
Where words meet their death
Where vision expands
Where the faraway light
Is the key to the prison
Where the dead still speak
Where words are dull weapons.
