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A face without eyes

A face without eyesGEORGE KUIAS

An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry

It bothers me a little since his eyes I can't see
The bloke wearing dark sun-glasses who is looking at me
The windows of his soul from the world he disguise
There are few things more strange than a face without eyes
He stands there unsmiling just looking my way
I try to be friendly to him, say good day
My greetings meet with silence, he does not reply
His right to his silence, non can deny
Though the evening is overcast without sunlight
To wear dark dark glasses is surely his right
But what bothers me is not his refusal to smile or to me say good day
But the windows to his soul in dark shades hidden away,
I cannot say whether he is soulful or wise
Since I can see is his face without eyes.


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Harry Topham

Shades of old Henry's famous poem, "faceless men on the street", written all so long ago but still relevant today.

Robin Lillicrapp

Surmise, Surprise, to realise insight lies and relies on disguise.

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