Monday, January 16, 2023

A Dream of Death


Somebody must have died. Look out

At all those shining eyes;

But what have they to cry about

When all they see are lies?

Outside, tonight, some life will end

And nobody will know.

There’s so much pain that’s not pretend.

Why shed tears for a show?


Why don’t these gleaming eyes lament

The souls that pass tonight

The stroke, the pills, the accident,

The anguish out of sight?

Why cry for pain that disappears

After the credits roll?

It hurts too much to spend their tears

On an actor with a soul.

A Dream of Death