.
*Throw him scraps from the table.
Feed him tiny morsels off the lean.
Offer him last dregs from the barrel.*
He’ll take anything you’d part with...
For his eyes are blindfolded,
and his mouth sewn shut.
He sees yet he doesn’t know.
He fights but he does not say.
He can only piece together so much
from mere dribs and drabs.
*So toss this crow some loose change...
Clothe this jackal in complete rags,
And hand this vulture his just desserts.*
He’ll swallow whatever you’re willing give him...
Because he can no longer bear
being left in the dark.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
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*Throw him scraps from the table.
Feed him tiny morsels off the lean.
Offer him last dregs from the barrel.*
He’ll take anything you’d part with...
For his eyes are blindfolded,
and his mouth sewn shut.
He sees yet he doesn’t know.
He fights but he does not say.
He can only piece together so much
from mere dribs and drabs.
*So toss this crow some loose change...
Clothe this jackal in complete rags,
And hand this vulture his just desserts.*
He’ll swallow whatever you’re willing give him...
Because he can no longer bear
being left in the dark.
