Finger In The Eye

The porous tears of treachery
Drench the ground belatedly
And in their sorrow you repose
And in their stead you take the blows
This unrequited trade
Will recompense the made
The blood and water invade
And you might have to stick a finger in the eye
Before it conquers what you know
And you might have to stick a finger in the side
And you might have to let it go
The mindless beast of human pride
Refusing thrice to be denied
Wakened by a rooster's crow
Slain by one we think we know