It was the product asking to
be bought that aroused him.
He pinched his eyes; the commercial
took. It drew the rye
of ranking concurrent: the breeze,
the clothes, the haze of health.
He clung to hear the truth, to know
what the Dogon meant with
its stilt; all physical, yes,
with pregnant questions to guess.
The product rose, it denunciated
the hail, it left courted by only
a fox that shook its tail.
