Do my eyes scare you?
Do your sins live there,
Like monsters grinning at you from
A wounded abyss while you cover your ears
To silence the dark verdict (sure as sugar and no medicine
Goes down with it) that bleeds from their smiles?
Or do you turn your back and avert your eyes to celebrate the
Victory: drunken sailors crooning as the steam from their burning
Ship succumbs to the icy blue ( bright like blood diamonds)?