And he was blinded:
Eyes shut perforce –
A cruel blow
For an artist.
And so he flowed through his fingers:
Mind operating through the plasticity of clay,
And they cut off his fingers –
A cruel tragedy
Dealt upon a sculptor.
And his tongue learnt eloquent words:
A poet of deepest profundity was born,
And they cut out his tongue –
A devastation
To a man of words.
And he walked:
A nomad in the realms of life,
Lonely, lost and drifting,
And they cut off the roads –
An impediment
To a wanderer.
And so he learned to dance:
A figure trapped in the rhythm,
And they cut off his feet –
Not much help
To a dancer.
And he was forced to become a listener:
Gatherer of information,
And they plugged up his ears –
Severance
Of his tools.
And he was trapped in his mind:
A thinker of unfathomable thoughts
Linked together in succession,
And they cut off his head –
Prevention
Of any considerations.
And he floated in ghostly raiment,
Martyred and loved by all who were scorned,
And they cut off his worshippers –
And he faded into memory.
