Where are the passionless eyes,
Piercing the cradle of night
And smothered in stars?
Will the pale criminal remember them
In a riot of body
Or the languid panther deny them entrance?
Few now recall the black s*men of Caesar
Or the rotting bodies of his dismembered slaves,
Only his words were perfect
And his soldiers lie sleeping in eloquent graves.
John Thorkild Ellison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-are-the-passionless-eyes/
