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The Lies of the Eyes

The Lies of the Eyes
Michael Kelly Blanchard

“I’m dying,” he said to the chaplain intern
Then a cough came so deep the hall nurse returned
“Lean over here boy, hurry for God’s sake,
I’ve got too little time and a confession to make.”
He kicked the girl out and raised up his bed,
Then stared at the ceiling till he seemed almost dead
And as his strength disappeared and his eyes slowly sank,
Rivers of tears ran over the bank

“when I was a boy on my way home from school,
I’d stop by a brook where the rocks made a pool
I’d kneel at its edge like some foreign guest
And drink from a cup of fingers and flesh
Then one afternoon by an old exposed root,
a magazine lay like a forbidden fruit
All of my Eden-youth died in a stare
All of my fleeing truth started there

Never had I seen persons undress
then mingle in pleasure and purposelessness
Never were faces so free from their shame
Flaunting and fearless impervious to pain
Women so naked I blushed while alone
Though enjoying a renegade warmth in my bones
I was abased and abandoned to a new appetite
That powerfully masqueraded as light
That’s where the secrets all seemed to begin
From family to lovers and all other friends
A spy so disguised in a cold carnal war
For years I would hide what I said I abhorred
Under cover by day with a wife and a child,
a job and a home and a suburban smile
I’d cruise the nights lined in “adult” arcades
Dr. Jekyll and Hyde in a private parade

When a lie is a life two choices remain
To die with your strife or renounce it by name
But like any old habit it was hard to let go
So the death that I chose was deceptively slow
Family and friends were all part of its toll
As slowly the decency drained from my soul
Further and harder and colder I’d go
Till I was all by myself with the video

Injecting disease that I kept out of sight
Sticking it into my heart like a knife
So what you see here is the corpse of a man
Dead by indulgence at his very own hand

The lies of the eyes are a shadow of shame
That eats your insides like a worm in the brain
A legion of lust that haunts in the heart
And tells you you must while it tears you apart
Though it’s too late for me, you must realize
The death I can see in the lies of the eyes

Then he looked at the cleric so hard and so long
Embarrassed, the young man broke in to a song
“Amazing Grace how sweet the sound”…
Somewhere near the end the man’s head
Slumped down.

© Michael Kelly Blanchard

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