In the twilight zone of the home
news has just arrived from Bellatrix
so I am told.
It says the tea was weak today.
Nobody could explain it away,
nor how the security locks could be disabled
by judicious use of medication and Aesop's Fables.
I saw the book on the communal shelf
next to the maxi remote control
which was used for communication I was told
to contact intelligent life somewhere
"out there!" he points with surprising calm
causing not inconsiderable alarm.
I speak of course of one I know well
who searched all his life for that magic spell
to lead him to the zenith of his lifelong search.
But just now he rises with silent intent
to leave the room,