Child With No Eyes - Dustin Vado
Child with no eyes
Working at the soup kitchen
Doesn't know what it means to beg
He serves karma with a ladle
And cooks the silence of his smile
Behind slack lids
Trays scrape and creak along metal railing
The feature of the unsung course
Igniting humility in the presence of vision
They aren't customers if they didn't pay
And the soup isn't blind, but scalding
The very throats that cried for more
Each time the ladle drops
The bowl must follow
A spoonful of memory
From the pot of sight in lampshade
To the mouth of thanks
Shut in blessed digestion
Even though he is serving
He says “thank you”
To every passing belly
Not for hope of sight in this life
But prayer of mercy in the next.
Working at the soup kitchen
Doesn't know what it means to beg
He serves karma with a ladle
And cooks the silence of his smile
Behind slack lids
Trays scrape and creak along metal railing
The feature of the unsung course
Igniting humility in the presence of vision
They aren't customers if they didn't pay
And the soup isn't blind, but scalding
The very throats that cried for more
Each time the ladle drops
The bowl must follow
A spoonful of memory
From the pot of sight in lampshade
To the mouth of thanks
Shut in blessed digestion
Even though he is serving
He says “thank you”
To every passing belly
Not for hope of sight in this life
But prayer of mercy in the next.
