Eyes Of Argos Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The myths of time have spoken
Of creatures who can see
In every known direction
On land and far off sea

They speak of porters vigils
Of those who never sleep
Of mighty feats of courage
Of eyes that can not weep

They mention acts of treason
Of kindness and of hate
Of awesome transformation
To form a tempting bait

They tell of royal peacocks
Whose grand resplendent sprays
Are spread with eyes of Argos
In watchful feathered gaze

Today those myths are fables
Some silly, idle tales
But is there something watching
From preening peacock tails?