Sagittarius

If you could tune the sky like a radio
you've no choice but to listen to
Sagittarius, for in the heart of the Archer is the
galaxy's heart, pulsingly unstable,
an infarction of which will
fry us all,

so think of nice Archers like
Robin Hood or William Tell or
maybe ( if you're English) men in leather jerkins
jerking two uncut fingers at the French,
or a technicolour target with
"A Film by the Archers", or

think of fairgrounds or
mock Medieval Tourneys,
Odysseus and the suitors, a Parthian shot,
or Eros aiming at your girlfriend's tits;
but don't, whatever you do,
look up past the

shiny tang and along the
shaft of the Archer's arrow into his
unbothered eye, for though
you thought he was aiming at Antares
you will find that Mythology is a
flimsy thing to hide behind.