in the rock island
all the blind witches
are dreaming of eyes
they used to have two
just like us
but whatever they see
turn into stones
to lessen the damage
one eye is removed
yet they keep on looking
not resting even during
nighttime
for that is their power
all seen by them turn to
stones and so there was
nothing to eat
they too die because they
have nothing to eat anymore
and so the gods remove all
their eyes and now they
are all blind but those who
know the story still wonder
why those who survive still
dream about those very eyes
that too turn them into stones
despite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem