Pickled Eyes

Watercolor on paper

Some beautiful eyes pickled
With bird’s eye chillies
Both ripe and tender
To spice up the brine…. Green and blue
Cat eye and coal black ones,
All have a tint of grace in it,
To serve you the sight for existence
For all those who are blind…

Eat and relish the insight
In those galaxies grabbed
From those who saw red roses
And beautiful sunsets…

They are pickled in a jar
That has skin and pain
Filled with blood and bones
Mayb that jar is you and me… .