Thirty-Two Years Later

[Szczepan]

She pulls her eyes
out of their sockets,
holds them tightly
in each hand,
and tells me, <<< Kind of morbid but somehow doesn't detract.

"See the things
I have seen,
the wonders.
This is my gift
to you." <<< If I reread the 1st few lines, I now get the sense that the "gift" comes at great sacrifice. If that was the intent, bravo!

I hold them close to me,
try to look through them. <<< trying to see things as another person would...?

I suppose it is the law
of nature their warm sight
fades a bit to dry and hollow— <<< not fitting this part in with the rest ... might be me

But these eyes have seen
all the fragments of everything
good and bad ever seen— << fits better...

my hoary silence, the fat
of the day, a declension
of starlings against our sky. <<<< back to not fitting ....

Bottom Line: I like where this is going....