it is brazen <br />candid, straightforward <br />there is no wink in the eye <br />and so you <br />believe it <br /> <br />to be the truth <br />and then you decide about <br />fate <br />of this <br />simpleton <br /> <br />who is defended by <br />another simpleton <br /> <br />upon a crime that the did not commit <br />but which he cannot prove <br /> <br />your eyes are hiding <br />behind those thick eyeglasses <br />they are not responsible <br />when you <br />finally speak about <br />death <br /> <br />the rest believe you <br />because behind you are the cabinets <br />of books <br /> <br />old books, filled with dusts <br />all over their hard covers <br /> <br />you are <br />a blind woman <br />speaking <br />with that firm <br />voice <br />like steel <br />in rusty tones <br />rabid <br />as a dog.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blind-woman/
