And so we drove down in metal jackets
(And to be fair, your image was not very clear.)

Through, down, out and then
Reach for the heart of interminable night 
Where creatures gaze on invisible eyes.

And so you sit or stand or sweat or cry
And now draw your mind on a cardboard slab.

Keep vigil o’er both hard and tender and
There, behind the fern moves a fox.
If you blink, you’ll catch its tail ‘twixt the fences.

And so tear-stained blood shall seep forth on tape,
Which we keep for the record.

Darkly the glass is fuming;
The curtains within are waving;
The sun, rising on the inner wall, hums a silent symphony.

And so, here the eyes are, my friends!
Behind the glassy-eyed frames of the sea.

I asked the cat poised on top o’ the wall,
“Which way to the boy on the swing?”
But I, plastered white, a statue, cannot speak.

And so I
And so we
And so

For want of sight I
Hear the endless clanging of 
A shattered world