his open eyes at first light
we see an echo of his mothers smile
at her breast his sister pressed
outside the sun begins to warm the ancient tile. they came that day
hollow men
agents of a god they could not know
a mile above
distant eyes
miss desperate pleas that pictures could not show
the morning falling. a shackle snaps beneath cold wings
below
the shepherd is pulled toward home
the shadow falls
a falcon calls
below
his world becomes a mountain of stone. they came that day
empty men
agents of a god they'll never know
high above
those eyes
see what seems to be on screens that glow
the morning falling. his eyes can see but his mind can't hold
what he has seen
the absence of the lives they used to live
a world away
the trigger is pulled
here there is no reason to forgive.