feet and eyes
these are all I use
to find my way
my ears have been open
hearing the drums in the nascent night
soon begging for morning light
for the sounds carry the solemn songs
of the slaughtered and enslaved
I have masterfully managed to evade
but
sometimes
their holy
imploring eyes
their maimed
sacred bodies
come into two dimensional view, and
I steal fleeting glances
but allow no chances for them
to take
human form
I let them lay
in the fallow fields
among the bones
where their epitaphs
are written by the wind
where their last gasps are heard
only by other famished wanderers
who like I had feet and eyes
but whose drums in the night
were not untold tales
of the forgotten, the forlorn, the wretched
but death chants
just beyond the horizon
just over the edge of my
blind corpulent world
where I could hear
their muted emaciated cries
yet not have to see
their holy and hollow, dying eyes
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
feet and eyes
these are all I use
to find my way
my ears have been open
hearing the drums in the nascent night
soon begging for morning light
for the sounds carry the solemn songs
of the slaughtered and enslaved
I have masterfully managed to evade
but
sometimes
their holy
imploring eyes
their maimed
sacred bodies
come into two dimensional view, and
I steal fleeting glances
but allow no chances for them
to take
human form
I let them lay
in the fallow fields
among the bones
where their epitaphs
are written by the wind
where their last gasps are heard
only by other famished wanderers
who like I had feet and eyes
but whose drums in the night
were not untold tales
of the forgotten, the forlorn, the wretched
but death chants
just beyond the horizon
just over the edge of my
blind corpulent world
where I could hear
their muted emaciated cries
yet not have to see
their holy and hollow, dying eyes
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