I could see
the gaping black holes
where his eyes used to be.
Shackles, feet and hands.
A good poem that reveals the reality of the situation.
Monks are holy people. Their sufferings have eternal value.
Thank you dear poet. tony
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I could see the gaping black holes where his eyes used to be. Shackles, feet and hands. A good poem that reveals the reality of the situation. Monks are holy people. Their sufferings have eternal value. Thank you dear poet. tony