A Glass Eye in Society

Written by Revika Sangamita
Art by Irving Penn

A vitric eye in this social setting
Will always result with cracks of hurt—
Bleeding through glass chains
Breathing through a vicious unempathetic fort.

This glossy eye shines a lot each day
But has no tears or veins
Triggers the wrath of dying flames
And burns those who touch the frivolous fame.

A wreath of daisies sits on the muddy island
Where the awry eye belonged to once
Now royals in armure covered the shrine
And birthed the broken and crystal kind.

This glass eye screams every waning night
Oh with withered poverty and leprosy’s crime,
It blesses the souls of all material goodies
Of the world that asks diamonds from the poor.