Epitaphs in Verse - Reflections in the Eyes of a Poet

Written by: Terry O'Leary

The eyes behind a head inclined reflect a universe

   Of shanty towns and kings in crowns and parties in a hearse,
   Of heaping mounds of coffee grounds and pennies in a purse,
   Of heart attacks in shoddy shacks, of motion in reverse,
   Of reasons why pale kids must die, quite trite and curtly terse,
   Of puppet people at the steeple, kneeling down averse,
   Of tinkle tones and megaphones with empty words and worse,
   Of life’s begin’ in utter sin and other things perverse,
   Of lewd taboos and residues contained within the Curse,

While poets blind, in gallows’ rind, carve epitaphs in verse.