Three Blind Mice

To S, M and A

Not necessarily in that order

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One of them

Resolved to live with it

Because the roads in ‘Lore

Are unlike the Capital’s.

And now he’d rather shut up,

Unless interrogated.

He knows not what he looks for

Knows not what to do

He does know this –

That he is not to be known.

The other, meanwhile,

Puffed in cancer

Breathing out fear

Of failing to meet up

His preset paradigm

With the kid dead

And mother unaware

What yarn could he spin,

So Consciousness would let him live

Both his and William’s

The third, in the meantime,

Is living in his own sweet bubble

Speaking a language

He doesn’t understand.

The ghost of days gone by

Haunts him still;

So he just travels

From mountains to deserts

Lighting candles

Wherever he goes.