Dead eyes weep dead and dreadful tears and cry <br />not for the living but for the death they see <br />so deeply entombed within themselves… <br />Hollow sockets now emptied of the trampled and pecked <br />mucus filled orbs later fed to the ravenous Crows <br />as payment in full for the blindness of their deeds <br />Not even Poe could describe or imagine <br />the dark dilations of atropine proscribed to thee… <br />Dead eyes weep dead and dreadful tears <br />As their owner’s bones bleach white with time <br />Yea though it not be <br />by the cleansing of our forgiveness… <br /> <br />2008 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-of-friends/
