Gary Gilmore's Eyes

I´m lying in a hosptal

I´m pinned against the bed

A stethoscope upon my heart

A hand against my head

They´re peeling off the bandages

I´m wincing in the light

The nurse is looking anxious

And she´s quivering in fright

I´m looking through

Gary Gilmore´s eyes

The doctors are avoiding me

My vision is confused

I listen to my earphones

And I catch the evening news

A murderer´s been killed

And he donates his sight to science

I´m locked into a private ward

I realise that I must be

Looking through

Gary Gilmore´s eyes

I smash the light in anger

Push my bed against the door

I close my lids across the eyes

And wish to see no more

The eye receives the messages

And sends them to the brain

No guarantee the stimuli

Must be perceived the same

When looking

through Gary Gilmore´s eyes

Gary don´t need his eyes to see

Gary and his eyes have parted company