The Maelstrom Mute

Death will come and will wear your eyes
The silent crumbs of my demise
Death will come and will wear your eyes
With a deadened face a life unties.

Death will come with your eyes
This death that walks with us
From morning till night
This death sleepless and deaf
He’s like an old regret
Foolish and weak.

Your eyes will be a useless word
A muted cry, a cry in silence.

As you see them each morning
When you are alone
You see them each morning
In the mirror staring back.

It is a cherished hope
That day we too shall know
That you are life
And you are nothing.

Death will come and will wear your eyes
The silent crumbs of my demise
Death will come and will wear your eyes
With a deadened face a life unties.

For every one of us death has a look
Death will come with your eyes
It will be like giving up a frailty
With a dead face re-emerging, in the mirror
Listening to closed lips
We all go down into maelstrom mute.