MIPOESIAS VOLUME 24, ISSUE 1 ~ JANUARY 2011 Laura Sheahen The Oracle at Delphi


mostly I make stuff up sometimes I babble just for fun what I tell kings and senators I base on eenie meenie


I breathe the fumes and smile drunkenly


when kids come the teens in love I try to guess


I try to give them hope


I can’t see earthquakes I didn’t know who Oedipus would marry if that horse will work at Troy it’s news to me


but at night when the cave air clears I press my ear to wet rock and I hear it


deep water under the earth where the gods chatter


they don’t know anything either and they sure don’t care


I’m sick of the truth and sick of my stories sick of the gods and sifting their gossip


they can’t see the future but they see the present and do nothing


I am glad I hear deeper than them a low gurgle


umbilical the next gods the ones who will kill them


but sometimes I know when the old widows come expectant mothers boys heading off to war


yeah I know


the girls Zeus will want the girls no one will want it doesn’t take a genius


Laura Sheahen's poems have been published in the Dark Horse, In Posse Review, the Manhattan Review, Orbis, and other literary magazines. She lives in Cambodia and works in humanitarian aid.


www.mipoesias.com


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