Poem: Three Pupils in a Pod – 20/11/19

 Three pupils in a pod,
 one, two, three, 
 thump!
  
 Carefully observing,
 wondering where they’re going,
 travels in life, 
 so far yonder,
 if not careful they’ll find
 much peril before them. 
  
 These wary, cautious eyes,
 have seen more than they can stand,
 they have witnessed atrocious sufferings,
 and several sleights of hand.
  
 Because who better to record
 than a triplet set of eyes?
 To silently catalogue and observe
 but with no lips to tell the truth,
 to dispel the convolutions from
 certain criminals’ lies. 
  
 All they can do is watch,
 they cannot even shift or move,
 only blinking helplessly,
 clearing their vision,
 making their lenses lubricated
 to continue in their method of being 
 utterly silent witnesses. 
  
 But what use are eyes 
 when without a mouth 
 they cannot share? 
 Only storing their visions
 without a sense of concern
 let alone ample or adequate care.
  
 © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved. 

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