Sights Seen
Poem
I’ve seen dozens of guns in a Florida bungalow J’ai vu une maison habitée par des anges et des sorcières, près de Tours I’ve seen a lake of crinkled Poland Springs I’ve seen raw meat on the floor J’ai vu toutes les caméras cachées du village Já vi o céu da boca da vizinha correndo da casa dela sem chão I’ve seen the demon’s tail wrap round me, wrap round me (Can he count?) I’ve seen houses with elevators I’ve seen houses with houses I’ve seen the apartment of a refrigerator collector I’ve seen scribbled doors, cribbled beds I’ve seen a yellow sky with rainbow stars (To be a child), so close I’ve seen bonfires and fireworks I’ve seen love in ammonia-soaked fields I’ve seen love in small rooms and misty alleys I’ve seen myself through others’ eyes (Put the blinders on!) I’ve seen myself through my own (Does the cockroach run from the mirror?) I’ve seen others back-turned, unturned cheek I’ve seen others with an open heart I’ve seen flesh I’ve seen bone I’ve seen ashes