Taxidermy Eyes.        

                               Vacant eyes looked down
                               in an unforgiving stare.
                               Innocence denied it's freedom.
                               What now brave man, one
                               must but see their pain.
                               Trophies from your voilent
                               past, art has no comparrison.
                               Rusting fusils a symbiotic
                               insult to the game of waste.
                               May howling winds remind
                               you, nor thoughts alone be
                               be left devoid of predators

                               Tell tale signs of hot and cold
                               on the rooftops told, icicles
                               transfused their droplets from
                               a weakened sun. But soon these
                               veins of life solidified and as the
                               heart a resting place it found,
                               the longest hibernation had begun.
                               With weighted eyes, eternity
                               became the face of inexpression.