All-Unseeing Eyes Poem by Jeremy Fallecker

Construction is present in the distance.
A baby cries for its mother after being left stranded in a parking lot.
The road it's touching; scorching hot.
I have gotten out of shape and need fitness assistance.

The birds chirp overhead in a maple tree.
A fountain filled with water centerpieces the scene
only to be rendered horrid from the pigeon blood in its cornea.
Poor men fight and squable over the mammal, for they need
food and the park be their cafeteria.
All my life I've always visualized the world in my mind,
but this? ! ...I do not wish to see.