The Queen has Many
Eyes and Ears

Elizabeth I

On bodice and skirt,

along sleeve, along hem,
she has them.

In each fold,
every crease.

The eyes spot plotters.
The ears catch whispers.

The ears miss nothing.
The eyes don't blink.

Everywhere you go,
these ears go too.
And these eyes.

Though you sleep,
Her Majesty the Queen does not.

Sheila Hamilton

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