No Tears

Since all tears have been
Converted to thick ink
And I have been
Taught and trained by pen
None have I, to shed in vain

Furthermore, earlier, and even
Now, much of those tears have been
Expended for purifying my mind,
Heart and soul – no! My entire being
Teaching me the secrets of the unseen
And increasing my understanding of the seen

Those continuing tears eventually turn
To be the cement that holds my self
Together with those stray birds flying
With, already, broken wing,
The wretched of the earth

Henry Victor 04.02.1995