The Invisible

I keep the stained glass of water

That’s fallen down to the floor.

I keep the black robes wasted away

And the flies spit out by the celebrities.

I watch you drink the juice of the television

Swallowing the hollowness.

I look beyond the edge of the paper

And the loud song you hate.

I keep the fear of the new world

And sexual desire that you hide.

I am salvation and destruction

And I’m invisible to you.