His open eyes At first light We see An echo of his mothers smile At her breast His sister pressed Outside The sun begins to warm the ancient tile They came that day, hollow men Agents of a god they could not know A mile above, distant eyes Miss desperate pleas that pictures could not show The morning falling A shackle snaps Beneath cold wings Below The shepherd is pulled toward home The shadow falls A falcon calls Below His world becomes a mountain of stone They came that day, empty men Agents of a god they’ll never know High above, those eyes See what seems to be on screens that glow The morning falling His eyes can see But his mind can’t hold What he has seen The absence of the lives they used to live A world away The trigger is pulled And here there is no reason to forgive
