Spontaneous Combustion

My eye fell out
& rolled
down past the
garbage dump
& into
metallic bedpans &
plastic hearing aids
& rubber gas masks.
It was a jungle that
surrounded my eye,
& the sewage
asked my eye where
all the galoushes were
& my eye looked & said
they'd been melted
down,
& turned into suits
for skindivers
who hunted Spanish treasure.
Mixed with the spontaneous combustion
of pyros
I see the reflection of
jade, the Madonna, and
a mystery island i live on
as my life ebbs in a pool of salty blood.
I saw it all when
holy men were maced
& subtle conversations blazed like wildfire
at the seaside.