When giant floating Heads appeared,
some ran off while some revered.

Those Heads said nothing, only stared,
and yet it was assumed they cared.

Eventually their presence left
believers feeling wronged, bereft,

and some began to doubt, disdain,
as the Heads would not explain.

Did they come to watch or guide?
To admonish or preside?

No matter now: they've disappeared
as villagers ignored or jeered.

Sometimes Heads resurface, glare,
bodiless, as always, there,

purposeless, you might expect.
Or could their lesson be Neglect?

Neglect © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 1, 2019