Brutal Imagination

An excerpt from the poem ‘My Eyes’, from the the book by Cornelius Eady

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Haven’t you seen those eyes before? she asks him, that ache
So close to yearning, the heart’s fallen architecture as you see
How this world really works, the empty stare that tracks off
The map, somewhere beyond recognition.

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