with a smile and wide eyes while <br />he eyed the dying beech and <br />breaking bark he best beheld <br />some small stain behind <br />beneath the billboard scab <br />sap leaked and dried <br />as blood burned from his eyes <br />boiling peppered <br /> <br />blind he shrieked and cried <br />his red tears of witness <br />stained his soul <br />and mauled his mind <br />he cried <br />he cried <br />his red tears of witness <br />stained his soul <br />and mauled his mind <br />and moled into his sockets blind <br /> <br />as the bark sipped back its sap <br />red rotting remains <br />were reclaimed by soil and roots <br />and the beech grew strong <br />buds blooming blind<br /><br />Sean Godley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-is-blind/
