Blind

somewhere
in the dark alleys
of a bustling city,
blood flows
in the drains,
shots explode
into a ghostly silence,
voices tremble
with nameless fears
falling into a void
that swallows it all,
and a feeble voice
starts a revolution
to pump blood
into tight hearts
longing to expand,
to expunge
the darkness
with one fell sweep
of an unfelt love;
somewhere
in the same moment,
in the deep grooves
of a virgin earth,
vines suck on juicy trees,
rafflesias devour innocent flies,
dogs swallow their sickly pups,
birds abandon beaks
too weak to hold food,
mantises gorge on mantises,
with weapons
tucked under folded arms,
tireless armies of ants
eat up forests
in one giant nibble,
and we,
standing in the same darkness
stay blind
to what we cannot,
will not see.