When People Are Asleep
This city's engineers are asleep and live in mountains.
Some of them do not know how to spell beige.
Some are not looked upon. Some can't see the man
wearing nothing, pulling dark sewage out of a world
He's probably not an engineer. We can be sure,
too, that many of them have green eyes
or plainly, eyes that see the color red
Eyes that caught mine when I'm in the mood to judge
Eyes that don't notice there's a dead baby on the streets
Eyes that wince when I blame no one for a dead cat
Eyes that are colorless or, like in dreams, gray
Some eyes differ from what I think eyes should be
Some are lonely-looking, but never frail
Some, thoughtful, but believe that everything is in twos.
Some of them do not know how to spell beige.
Some are not looked upon. Some can't see the man
wearing nothing, pulling dark sewage out of a world
He's probably not an engineer. We can be sure,
too, that many of them have green eyes
or plainly, eyes that see the color red
Eyes that caught mine when I'm in the mood to judge
Eyes that don't notice there's a dead baby on the streets
Eyes that wince when I blame no one for a dead cat
Eyes that are colorless or, like in dreams, gray
Some eyes differ from what I think eyes should be
Some are lonely-looking, but never frail
Some, thoughtful, but believe that everything is in twos.
Labels: Mark Haddon, Nick Joaquin
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