Beckett: Poetry – No. 1728, The Blind Leading the Blind

Eyes pale like winter landscapes,
heads held aloft to make use
of their smell and hearing,
walking sticks feeling around,

their path leads away
from the church in the foreground;
and as the lead man falls into a pit,
the next follows in after him.

The others who follow will soon
suffer the same fate,
for when the blind lead the blind,
they leave Christ in the foreground.