The Eye Drops

Four white walls


Blurred, an eye

Upon a frame

With an eyelash

Dripping wet

The Eye Drops.

The firing squad

Thinly, stood and shot

Black like heresy

My eye turned


Abandoned by the recant.

The room slot

Blinded, the slit

Of an Eye Drop


The cell of my lot

Crept upon

Sacked and forgot.

The castle tower

Leaning, without support

Like a palace


By the Inquisition band


The history of mine

Like a farm

By the boy who ran off

Drunk, drugged


Like a carther

Eaten by God.

The four eyes

My fire, light, soul and water

Skewed open not broken

Spat upon

Flooded not drowned

Like a marshland of heretics

Burnt at the stake.

Finally a sigh

Revenge for my eye

The angel of


Lake pools

The Eye Drops.