My house lights thunder
like a tungsten pigeon
and a leafshadow. . .a hound?. . .
takes cover in the wainscot.
I lock my doors against the beastly draughts.

The light above the chessmen spoke:
“I am Avalokiteshvara Matsyendranatha,
Lord of Fishes.
Your haunches shall be buried tomorrow
by finished skeptics
like big god pater Jove magnificent”