Sonnet to Security Cameras
No longer blind, digital justice scans
apportioned vistas with unblinking aim.
Soulless observers log reconnaissance
in service to a program’s narrow frame.
As I trespass the machine’s scrutiny,
I seethe under its prying, constant stare,
and bristle beneath the indignity
of being made binary, unawares.
The ogling, electronic lens thus gawks
like the scolding conscience of the deranged
sentry designed to hound, to haunt, to stalk.
Always, by being observed, we are changed.
Stare at the eye, and the faces it hides,
for they can view you but can’t see inside.
(from “Sonnets Most People Don’t Think About”)