Shut doors, Dear
Shut all thy sensuous doors:
Eyes, ears, mouth in thy mortal town
Shut all doors, and draw blinds down,
For thou live now in a world of wars.
Shut thy eyes: thy front doors
That Oedipus shut forever for his shame
Of the dreadful deeds done, and his name;
Shut thou them down to oust biting sores.
Shut thy ears: thy two side gates
And all side doors and windows and blinds
To stop the flood of wild, bemoan in minds
That has drowned trails, rails and thy mates.
Shut them all and other gates too,
So thou may not behold how they trail
Hundreds of dead bodies; how they bewail
And plead dear hands to hold and say adieu.
Date: August 4, 2020
Copyright © Newton Arach | Year Posted 2020
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