After death the eye fixes
of course. It was just a part –
now discontinued.
Each pupil has stopped
in its own disjointed way,
having nothing
to look at any more,
no one to show.
I looked at her, the mother
of my children.
She could not
look back of course
and instead
just looked discarded,
those eyes I used to know
fixed askew.
© Rogan Wolf February 2017