Where are the passionless eyes, <br />Piercing the cradle of night <br />And smothered in stars? <br /> <br />Will the pale criminal remember them <br />In a riot of body <br />Or the languid panther deny them entrance? <br /> <br />Few now recall the black s*men of Caesar <br />Or the rotting bodies of his dismembered slaves, <br />Only his words were perfect <br />And his soldiers lie sleeping in eloquent graves.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-are-the-passionless-eyes/
