Dragon Eyes

Held in the circus, the Lady with the Dragon Eyes steps into the center.
The crowd can't see them.
A camera, hooked up to a large screen, shines into her corneas and the crowd gasps.
They're sharp, they're golden and blue. They're crystal clear.
Her pupils are gone, engulfed by the colorful irises.
She looks away from the camera and at the crowd,
she hears a child whisper to his mother,
"I wonder what she sees."
"I don't think she can see," she responds.
I wonder what she sees.
I don't think she can see.

Can she see, if she has no known pupils to see with?
Can she see, if she does not see you?
Can she see if she sees the world without the painted view
of the neurological interpretation
of the pupils.
Can she see the flashing red lights that circle the tent,
if she doesn't see the lights, but instead, the implications behind the chosen color?
Can she see the expressions of the thousands of people viewing her
if she can see the painted tone of voice, the disapproval, the fear, the attempted normalcy and fear of the unknown?

I wonder what she sees, says the boy to his mother.
I don't think she can see, she responds.

Who can see clearer, the woman with the Pupil-less Eyes, or the rest of the world?

Who can see at all?