Mr. Mann Identifies the Eyes as Organs of Doubt

You there, lay down
your arms. It happened
across the river, but
that place keeps no records.
Identify the precise moment
light drains from heaven.
You can wait for dawn.
Perhaps the birds will tell you.
I can’t get over words
even in sleep.
They fly from every throat.
Who started all the names.
See them march one by one,
they are so proud.
You there, watch the horizon.
Try to find the edge.
It’s like a wound
you can put your finger in.