MOZAC Science Poem 4

THE EAR

Pinna says…
“My dear,
The ear is to hear
Do not…
Fear the ear!”

Pinna…
Traps sound-waves,
Pushes victims into murky darkness,
The auditory canal.

Seeking help…
Victims beat eardrums.
Ceaseless vibrations travel…
The three ossicles,
Hammer,
Anvila
And stirrup…
“Wake up! Detective Cochlea!
Nerve wrecker!
Send this message for decoding.

Call Dr. Semicircular Canals!
What?
Line damaged?
Instability…
Imbalance…
Will be the result!

Beware!
The destined enemy…
High frequency!
Promise of ultimate loneliness
Being stone deaf…

Pinna still says…
“My dear,
The ear is to hear,
Do not…
Fear the ear!”