We should Rehearse

We should Rehearse

 for the day when we are blind

We should all learn to read with our fingers

the braille of scars on arms and sperm

of melted candles. Remove for one night,

every fortnight, the white bulb in our bedroom.

Because before death

comes blindness. And Charon will not accept

our fear as payment to cross the river Styx.

For a winged birth

the steel must cut the meat

and throw away the body.

It's not the sky that grants us flight.

It's the fall.