Blackbird Pupils

don’t look at me
with those eyes
sunlightburn
speckled brown
bluebird green and hazel-ache
mine, already hollowed out
tapetum breached
and daily leak-
ing

i cannot bear your
knowing glance
)/ocular-saw)(/intelligence(
you’d see all those wax demonshades
you’d know the clockworks run
on
pain-delay
today,
i read some other poet,
his words were blackice bludgeoners, soundless suturing socket spikes,  hammergods, each one,
the last cicada to flee the moult.
but he hasn’t the orbs to ruin me.

almost no one has
|them|.