Cat - aracts

when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others
and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers
milk that sours is promptly spat
light will fill our eyes like cats


and they shall enter from the back
with spears and scepters and squirming sacks
scribes and tangles between their ears
faceless scrumbled charcoal smears


through the coppice and the chaparral
the thickets thick with mold
the bracken and the brier
catchweed into the fold


when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others
and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers
milk that sours is promptly spat
the light will fill our eyes like cats
cataracts

Andrew Bird, Armchair Apocrypha (2007)

     Will we go blind?