it was neither chant nor song
but a sound reverberating
through everything

one eye heard it
and grew tired

the blind man paused
steadied himself
turned
grasped one eye by the hand

and whispered
it is done
go
you are on your own now

then he turned his back
and died

one eye shook him
but could not wake him
looked sadly up the path

then resting his head
on the blind man
he slept