The Blind Fool

Unbesmirched by beauty's curse
Untouched by the love which excuses all sin
Imagined & harnessed
To a back neither woman nor man

A fool, yet solemn in his heart
Cut away from its vessel
As the wings of angels clipped
Alone and dumb
And mute of song
Until only the fool remains

His single blind eye which captures
Not the beauty his mind has made
And silence in solitude
Has clay cast him to his grave