Portrait of An Artist As An Old Man

The moocow has long since died, 
The young man has pulled out 
his own eye
has apologized
and is now old
with slippers
and shaky fingers that 
pat his white hair
remembering it as wavy, shiny, brown.
He sees out of only one eye
the other he keeps in a jar
hoping that one day someone
else will see
Love and Barnacles
​with it.