The Eyes Have It – a poem

***

All the preparations and anodynes

Roll in random routes, realised

In the external checks, averred

By other eyes, keener than those too

Close.

*

The eyes have it, electric amber

Golden gooey, flecked metallic iris

Indicator of dead habit terminators,

Those pools of tears unshed, no checks

Made.

*

We prepare to fail, yet the iris

Rotates, locking in targets tried

Still not tired, usable in need,

Preparations rendered pointless;

The ayes have it:

Eye.

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