Selling Glasses To The Blind

Spill Gallons into the water. Build bridges from used bikes and thrown away water bottles. Crush them into bitsized disks and spit them into the eyes of newborn babies so they can see the world hidden from the sight of the intellectuals and religious alike. see the flames climbing the walls and feel the heat of the gasoline on your feet. smell the putrid odor of rotting meat in the freezer because the power went out weeks ago. the thoughts of one thousand screaming vultures echo through the valley of the damned to the rythmic melody of ten thousand soundless heatbeats as the red, bloodstained sand sloughs off into the ocean from the first rain. the scavanger will eat like a king for weeks, and all shall return to the earth from wence they came. It is the way. The way the earth shakes when we walk. The way the sky shreeks away when we sun our faces. The way men, women, and children shy away. It isnt the smell, and it certainly isn't our devilishly good looks. Its that twinge of insanity in our eye where a sparkle should be.