Norma Desmond

Where have all the eyes gone?
To watch the dirt
While diamonds tarnish.
So what?  So now.
So long as
The letters come.
Day to day
Daily
Asking for gods;
Screens bred
The goddess
Lest they live
Godless.

What has been
Has been
Will be
Returning.
Never leave,
Never
left...

the eyes remain
housed
in the old
Dying
to recall.
 
And the mirror is a lie!
The photos a truth.
They never stray
An inch from youth.
Witness the screen!
It will tell
The proof I defy
Aging
... so long as the film
Reels in the image
My life is frozen.

Call me Norma.
Call me Wanted.
Call me goddess
Silver purchased.
I made this world
for you.
All by my eyes
so
You owe me yours.