Upon the Altar

A crow pecked

the sunken socket

where the eyes once were.

Upon death 

all is consumed

all swallowed up

upon death,

The eyes do not lose

their usefulness.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

not entirely; they feed the crow...

[Charles]

And, ain't that the truth, except that the crows are finding use for the eyes in death. I think there is a typo (loose instead of lose) and unless you're into trickery I think it should be altar not alter in the title. Great poem.

[JENY]

Very philosophical…..
Good imagery.

[Francesca]

Wow this is powerful! (Hi, we just befriended each other so I felt like reviewing a poem). I got such a whack in the face visual with the first few lines. I could just see the bird pecking at the now useless eyes, maybe flies floating around there and biting at vulnerable skin, the body's dead smell creeping up on them all. Normally, if I saw a dead body with its eye sockets being picked at (doesn't happen to me everyday), I'd feel really bad, but now you made me think otherwise, that they're useless now to the person. Like donating organs, you don't need them once you're dead. Anyway, I can feel myself starting to blabber endlessly, so I'll just say good job on this! :)

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

These final two lines are simply superb!