Where are the eyes? the eyes
of the dead, watching from
the darkness. A flame erupts,
ignites the iris, reflecting back.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Where are the eyes? the eyes
of the dead, watching from
the darkness. A flame erupts,
ignites the iris, reflecting back.