MISSING PIECE

The eye has decided
it will not read today;
scorning its owners pleas,
the extraneous imperatives
and dismissing the ability to see,
it closes at approach of text.

Its partner derided
host’s attempts to allay
its needless loyalty.

Another bathed my child today –
custom which has long abided –
as they do with all deceased
before throwing on the dirt.

The prayer book blurs again.