Eyes: Can you look askance at our lifestyle, as I do? The edifying
Eye is truth-replete.
Without that eye, where would the head be? Dying
From the seductive images that cheat!
Head: If eyes did not narrow, not widen greedily
(But gaped with circumspection),
Then I would be out of destruction’s reach, speedily
Filling each empty reflection!
Eyes: Alas, the pandemic, staring infection of the eye
Is aggravated by the products of dust
(Of the hollow words and images) that make me cry;
The time to squint I’ve not sussed! ¹
Head: In the winds of change that sting the media-pecked eyes,
In every message that is truth’s disarmer,
In the loss of silence, in the computing that bawls out the wise -
I hear piping from Hamelin’s charmer.
Eyes: The sight of whitecoats on the march, conscripted to boost
And satisfy invented needs,
Reason under banner of falsehood, humanity reduced -
Are proof that his charming succeeds.
Head: A youth culture, designed for following (not questioning or talking),
Is today the Pied Piper’s domain,
Where inner peace broken and self-determination’s baulking
Add to his retinue again.