Once he had unriddled the Sphinx
she was finished, I guess,
though not bodily, not the powerful
thighs, the lion-thighs
of the women …
So then it was the fathers.
Some cities got built. Some nights now
the submarines move in close, their
huge stethoscopes—east, west—
and all they find is a lot of people,
sleeping.
Gods, you
have tricked us, I think. Each of us
half, and too many … Though my room
is wonderfully quiet. The cat is
black, Egyptian and clever,
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