She Had An Eye

A glass eye surgically implanted.
Purely cosmetic.
They did not dare tell me the truth.
Purely plastic.

In a blazing fire the night grew older.
Over time, the progress higher.
Ambitions aside, I tried.
Now, forever sealed are my eyes.

Adhesively shut.
Never to be opened.
Like smoke filled airways.
Not a breath to exhale.

It was not my fault.
It was not that bad.
There was no real use,
I never truly opened my eyes before.

Melted plastic is a lot to lose,
but searing eye sockets are a lot to gain.
On the brink, I am shocked to say
a musical suite made me smile.

I heard the music,
but not that of the mourning violinist.
No, it was but of the dancing parade.
The one of my grave.