One good eye
Is better than the other
He sees much more
Than the lazy one.
One good eye
Works harder than his brother
Not seeing glint
Beyond the squint
of sun.
One good eye
Gazing further,
Sees futures played
Not tired man I know.
One good eye, and I
A friend allied -
Scribbling details
Of his battle not yet won.
Beware of engines,
Say the men of oil and dust
Working for their fathers,
Sons, before a heritage of trust.
Speaking heat and night of foundry bed,
Telling black and white of early call,
Cathedral spired beyond the fires -
Raising chalice cast from iron trust.
To worshiped stitch of boilerplate
To lathe contented steel - not men,
All bowed before a final wailed hoot -
Not thinking of their labour lost
Or industry not yet turned to rust.
Tell me how
to make the leap,
the hop from here
to where I want to be.
Show me how
to arc my thoughts
to someplace
new.
Help me
scale the hurdles,
jump the fences,
cut the bindings -
banish gravity!
And I promise,
I’ll move closer
to the island
that is
you.