I would like to bury br all the hating eyes br under the sand somewhere off br the North Atlantic and suffocate br them with the awful sand br and put all their colors to sleep br in that soft smother. br Take the brown eyes of my father, br those gun shots, those mean muds. br Bury them. br Take the blue eyes of my mother, br naked as the sea, br waiting to pull you down br where there is no air, no God. br Bury them. br Take the black eyes of my love, br coal eyes like a cruel hog, br wanting to whip you and laugh. br Bury them. br Take the hating eyes of martyrs, br presidents, bus collectors, br bank managers, soldiers. br Bury them. br Take my eyes, half blind br and falling into the air. br Bury them. br Take your eyes. br I come to the center, br where a shark looks up at death br and thinks of my heart br and squeeze it like a doughnut. br They'd like to take my eyes br and poke a hatpin through br their pupils. Not just to bury br but to stab. As for your eyes, br I fold up in front of them br in a baby ball and you send br them to the State Asylum. br Look! Look! Both those br mice are watching you br from behind the kind bars.