The Blind Woman........

it is brazen
candid, straightforward
there is no wink in the eye
and so you
believe it

to be the truth
and then you decide about
fate
of this
simpleton

who is defended by
another simpleton

upon a crime that the did not commit
but which he cannot prove

your eyes are hiding
behind those thick eyeglasses
they are not responsible
when you
finally speak about
death

the rest believe you
because behind you are the cabinets
of books

old books, filled with dusts
all over their hard covers

you are
a blind woman
speaking
with that firm
voice
like steel
in rusty tones
rabid
as a dog.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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