The round eye of the burnt genie
who was naked and handsome
went into me, and he said
what’ll it be?
A beautiful one, I tried,
which he sent to me,
and, where will you go?
Walking, just I and she, I replied;
so: what would you have her see?
Which I thought of for awhile, as we
began to talk and I wondered what to show.
Make her blind, if you please,
which he did, with a genie’s ease.
St-Lambert, circa 1982.