The Eye Collector Poem by Kevin Fisher

Another wednesday night murder
Victem died about ten til noon
Something about the victem makes the police wonder
Why does he gouge he's victem's eyes out and leave the rusted spoon
Every wednesday another dies no blood drain and no eyes
Whoever this killer is he's very wise
Curfews have been set and people hide in fear
He hasn't killed for one whole year
Keep the doors and windows locked and the curtains closed
Open them once and he knows
Your eyes will be his
for he's the eye collector.