Black Eyes. Poem by Miki Byrne

We walk Orwellian streets
Bathed in the bland gaze
Of watching automatons.
That perch on poles,

Hide under eaves,
follow our every move with
Black eyes grimy and glazed.
They are not tempered by reason or

Gifted with judgement, they
Simply spy and relay.
Sharing our faces with
Anonymous digital databases.

Keeping tags, storing us away
For future checks and reference
as we pursue our lives
Wrapped in our ignorant innocence.