Silver Star - 3,185 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Empty Eyes - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Went out walking
in the rain,
there was puddles
filled /w/ metal chain,

Reflection of Cemetery,
But darkness hadn't quite
let himself in yet,
nestled in...

And then the light suddenly
hid it's eyes from me,
another bleeding testimony,

but as I walked my coat slapped,
and thunder clapped it's
hands - joyfully!

But man didn't get this way,
for God's sake or for Christ's
sake - couldn't escape,

And that's a hunted face
in a haunted place,
with his hair wet black,
dripping silver bells,
that splash down from his
molten stare,

His melted look of something
wrong - something gone -
just forget it?

You might think, is he perhaps
just a trifle bit under a spell!

Or 'Dark Joy' - quick duck you ****!
throws a sharp flat stone -
right through a living room window,
'take that! ',

No comment - I'm afraid,
I'm afraid - I'm afraid,
there's nothing much today,

As they drag a man out doors,
all bloodied around the head,

I'm going to smash a window
of a house tonight,
I'm going to smash a window
of a house in this poem tonight...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 1, 2017

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