When the World Is Blank, Why

Draw a face on the sun, beast
On the moon, eyes on a pine?

We are the face of the world,
And look where that face got us.

I like to think of the musk
Deer would dab on sky and stars,

The trails ants would find in space,
The high host glimpsed by a bug

On the hunt for the next host.
I should stop. So, so, we see

What we see. We have to watch
The world as if it were us—

For us we’re the world that counts.
Eyes are us, help us, kill us.