On a board painted with dancing figures
The heavens to the earth beseeched X
All fingers pointed at god’s eyes.
But I, ensconced in my breast hide
Aloof in a clueless haven skin
Chosen, of all, to reconnoiter X.
The last time heavens beseeched X
Dad was summoned to Olympus
And I was demoted umptieth.
That night, it rained like waterfall
Then I knew dad, ingenious a flagellator
My crime; blind to a seeing wall.
Now its winter and heaven has called
I stared at the board again, then again again
X displaced all over its face.
But me, brother is an X pert
Who is acclaimed parrot of the house
To whom is showered the love in a mist.
I pummeled heaven, face affixed
The task it asks needs an X-ray
My eyes are blind to cynosures.
Then I kneeled at the prodigal sun
Bare my back to the god of whips
Heard my heart, dance to his beats.