Society Of Friends Poem by Ted Sheridan

Dead eyes weep dead and dreadful tears and cry
not for the living but for the death they see
so deeply entombed within themselves…
Hollow sockets now emptied of the trampled and pecked
mucus filled orbs later fed to the ravenous Crows
as payment in full for the blindness of their deeds
Not even Poe could describe or imagine
the dark dilations of atropine proscribed to thee…
Dead eyes weep dead and dreadful tears
As their owner’s bones bleach white with time
Yea though it not be
by the cleansing of our forgiveness…

2008 © T Sheridan