TEARS OF TIRED MEN
Tears of Tired Men When you meet men with dehydrated orbits Palm-staked chins and shining cheeks And think it’s make-up, You’ve failed the first test. Check all ticked items on your to-do list Check why and when you did what to who Send spies to go into the ramification. Don’t get gobsmacked when you learn That the men with shining cheeks are the same men Whose big-budget mansions you ordered to burn Because their names clouded your docket But they never turned up for trials So what did you expect? The arsonist, psychiatrists say, was not a pyromaniac. When you think it’s the blazing smoke that rose To the sky and formed nimbus, then rain, When you think it’s this rain that fell on the men’s cheeks, You’ve failed the second test. Their eyes drained of all fluid, Their throats silently vibrating, Their shoulders uncontrollably dropping, Their souls in unspeakable grief, These men, their flesh worn out, have done enough sobbing; So their tears inadvertently flow From sockets too innocent...