Eyes are Rolling

Douglas Caraballo Mahairas
1 min readMay 8, 2023

A Poem

Photo by Rob Curran on Unsplash

The eyes speak first
and speak the loudest.
again and again we all wake,
go out and face the day.

They died at 27.
What’s the difference?
Early death, or the death
of an oil magnate at 92?
What is the difference?

Clinging, holding, clutching.

The eyes speak first
and speak the loudest.

I figured out the
storied structure of gods —
The indifferent eyes of nature.
lord of thunder come down to
breed women upon the beach .
Clay, dust on dust, sand long gone.
Indifference.

The eyes speak first
and speak the loudest.

The lips only quiver and mutter.
Sentiments never comes out clean
like a movie
or a novel.

Murmuring, stuttering, fumbling —

the pace of your breath says more
the position of your arms say more.

The eyes speak first
and speak the loudest.

Resignation, fervor, surrender.
What is the difference?
dead at 27 or dead at 90?
What is the difference?

Only the eyes reveal the difference.
Words are trapped by their own shape.
Letters have their own indifference.

Hanging, swaying, careening.

The eyes speak first
and then they close.

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