Posted in Poetry

Blind Eyes

Blind eyes of shuttered stone
Facing outward to the sea,
Fractured glass reflecting it
Imperfectly, roosting birds and
Rusting birthing beds within,
The Sisters gone and what they did
And didn’t, in the name of the
Father, innocents left
To decompose in the loam
Of unmarked graves.

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