diary / by Edward Mullany


There’s a book of poems I’ve never read, but that I sometimes think of for its title, The Tears of the Blind Lions, which I like because of the image it evokes for me, and for the way it makes me wonder about these lions, and ask myself if their tears are in response to their blindness, meaning, are these lions sad because they cannot see, or have they been blinded by their tears, so that their vision ordinarily is fine, and they aren’t without sight in any permanent sense, but only temporarily, due to the water streaming from their eyes, or have they, in a third scenario, already been blind a long time, and are accustomed to it, and are weeping for some other reason, one that has nothing to do with their inability to see, but that is separate, and unknown to us?