Poem Nine: Portrait of Mister Justice Feargus Flood

(the Irish Times, after publication of the second interim report of the Flood Tribunal)

They say the left eye
tells the truth.
(It's closer to the heart
some profess).
That leaves the right
for what you want
us to believe, for
your version of events.

This left eye's hooded
clammed-up, inward
keeps its own counsel
spots bullshit from a mile.
The right one laughs–
as if some wise
guy just emerged
from the long grass.

(The photograph on which this poem is based can be seen in the previous post.)