He'll tell you what you already know

or don't wish to know,

the choice is limitless

the vision narrow,

a window of opportunity for him. 

 

He is pleased with his delivery,

your reactions are superfluous.

It may be the revelation of a recent operation,

the exciting follow up,

his memory for detail staggering

as he watched it onscreen

like kebabs under cool lights. 

 

It could be the answer to a global problem homespun,

an old wives' tale dredged up

your view is immaterial. 

He is pleased with his delivery,

you pray for your own. 

 

When finally he leaves

you watch this empty box of tricks recede,

consider kissing that empty space in relief,

but not without a flutter of sympathy

that hovers over him like a pigeon at toilet.