BLACKMIRRORING

THING THEY MOST DESIRED TO SEE

THING THEY MOST DESIRED TO SEE

read it in his tiger eyes as,
bird in mouth, he slouched
through the window

hard not to get the psychic message
from those meows
(translated into English
via Bengali)

sure as day
I heard it: Zeus, Thor
or Dionysus
feeling somewhat offended
has lightninged your TV set
hit in with
bolt of divine energy

this the day before Good Friday
to give your
enforced hiatus from
regular diet of reality and soapie
a peculiarly pagan twist

and so, via aforementioned bird
capturing feline,
I chatted with
the god
of wine
and with his father Zeus, and
the Viking god of thunder
(myself
in French off-shoot
of that Viking line)

whereupon or appears
I am squarely to blame
your TV’s demise is
a sign
for me
as much as you

is
death to
all distraction
set
between us

and
richly-
deserved punishment for
our neglect and failure
to honor
the gods together
as they
were
requesting
now
demanding

dutifully
sexually
(thing they
most, most, most
desired to see)