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? --------------- 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).