THE GIANT COMPASS

THE GIANT COMPASS

BENOY.P.J

To tell you the truth,

I don’t know

Whether east is where

It was

Or whether the west has shifted any.

Whether

The mirror lies when it says

That I write with my left hand.

I am not at all sure about what I am in

And what lies round the bend

‘the world is round’

I comfort myself

And everybody move on

With this uncertainty

Between their thighs.

The spider of power

With its many thousand legs

And its new kids that have grown out of Oedipus

The all too clever ones who have

 Just one giant compass

To look to

One that had grown too large

That to look at it

Would be even more baffling.

Narcissus has been given his rope to hang on

And things are as fair as fair things could go

Still, things are not as still

As the water in the bucket

The movement that one calls darkness

Envelopes them

Giving them form

And making fuzzy

The contours.