At least one eye opened
After six months of sleep.
I saw the string of life’s options,
But Caesar had scissors.

Now I sleep one eye open
Till you answer this question –
My spark went dark,
And was there a reason?

You shrill politicians
Who render to Caesar,
You ghosts with gavels,
Who cling to obtusions,

You wave with your Oscars
And weave up our fantasies –
My eye stares through the stories
That you spin for the world.

    12 April 2022

With thanks to @PAAUNOW for the graphic, and everything.