The Evil Eye (Poetry)

It never sleeps — that little god
it winks and blinks all night
while we are in the Land of Nod
it keeps us in its sight.

Aloof upon some corner shelf
baleful and green-eyed
it sits — a law unto itself.
There’s no place left to hide.

For it can see through wood and brick
it penetrates the skull
and given time the strong get sick
the memory grows dull ...

A plastic box in every home
that little god is sly
so ditch the hub switch off the phone
or else our brains will fry.