by Len Krisak
Like those who lurk on-line, forever hooked—
Who watch and loiter with intent, and with
One single-minded, fixed desire—he looked
To lie low near, not far, from where the myth
Arose: the goddess who could kill a man
With just a glance—a basilisk Dian.
Far safer then, never to speak or act
Or show himself in any way—in fact,
Safest by far to stay an asymptote
Eternally strung out mere miles from where
The comedy so long ago began;
Where now her dogs would rip him from his throat
Should he be dolt enough to do and dare.
He lay until he died in reconnoiter,
His death throes just a puny rhyme with loiter.
Len Krisak‘s most recent books are The Carmina of Catullus (Carcanet Press, 2014) and Rilke: New Poems (Boydell & Brewer, 2015). With work in Agni, The Antioch Review, The Sewanee Review, The Hudson Review, PN Review, Raritan, and The Southwest Review, he is the recipient of The Robert Penn Warren, Richard Wilbur, and Robert Frost Prizes, and is a four-time champion on Jeopardy!