I become a pillar of salt as I stare backward.
If the salt loses its flavor . . . it is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men.
"Eyes" is a poem consisting of two inverted dodoitsu and concerning the facelessness constant mask-wearing gives us.
If you don’t even have access to basic necessities, "make lemonade" is probably an old & meaningless proverbial phrase.
I first wrote this poem as lyrics for a Dylan parody song. In honor of Dylan’s 79th birthday May 24th, in anticipation of his new album, & in disappointment of COVID-19 pausing Dylan’s Never Ending Tour, I present this parody here.