To Demigods and Totems
Your Aryan eye saw the catman
running on the ledge of my roof
and wanted to accuse him of revenge.
Your Aryan eye employed my uncle,
the rapist, and his son as attendants
to my three curvy sisters, staunch believers
in Estée Lauder and vintage pin-up photography.
Your Aryan eye has no morals, but it has
perception. It does not bond, but it is
critical, it cannot cry because it doesn’t know
the phases of the moon, and it’s never
seen a pond, or had a son to call its own.
Your Aryan eye created an eye-centered
Universe complete with demigods, and totems.
Its own eye army was dead set against
all other eyes because it wanted to drag me
out of contemplation and into action.
Your Aryan eye is of the opinion
the poor fear nature, and the rich fear
boredom and not one of the two
know what to honor.
Semidioses y Tótems
the poem will be published in Spanish. I will put it back once it gets published.
© Sergio A. Ortiz, June 10, 2010