Flies flourish under starving eyelids Mark Andrew Heathcote

tears are rivers of blood
in the apathy of love.
Where silver-and-gold flows
into the margins of hate.
A million bullion graves are dug
to disguise their own fatigue
the starving shout-out "Food."
Tears are rivers of blood
in the apathy of love.
Where-flies-flourish under starving eyelids
oh, how this apathy breeds
and soaks the ground
with their own neglectful disease
while the tears of a thousand nation’s weep
and then close their eyes
in an ever-present sleepwalk
wondering who will blink first?
Who first will capitalise?

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Mark Andrew Heathcote is an adult learning difficulties support worker, his poetry has been published in many journals, magazines and anthologies. He is the author of “In Perpetuity” and “Back on Earth” (CTU publishing group).