Coined Eyes

The wise
Have eyes
Closed with coins.
Death
Severs breath
And knowledge joins
To the spent brain’s mind —
All truth’s bind
In the after.
Tears and laughter,
Fears
And the years
Of living in fear of the dark
Have kept us from the depths wishing
For the Ark.

Fishing
For a fate
Left too late
That’s growing stark.
Black dogs bark
In shadow home,
Heard by dead sages under the loam —
Funereal lessons taught,
Afterlife learning caught:
Learning ceases never,
Pupils forever.

Students to the ancient arts,
Understudies for greater parts,
As breathing stops thinking starts.
Apprentice to sepulchral lords —
Thieves of knowledge from old god’s hoards.
Words can act as powerful swords,
Severing ignorance’s chords;
Stupidity is a river the clever man fords,
The man of action acts, a man of complacency applauds.

The wise have ears
Which hear the fears
Of the idiot living —
Now come the years
Of their giving.
Out of grave silence they arise,
For the wise
Have eyes
Closed with coins
And foretell the scars
Of the wars
Buried in the loins.

Sexual prowess of the soldier.

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