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.