Mirrors.

I reflect all his facets
An apple, knife, rotting fish
He needs me, I am his God.
I only show what is true
Unfettered by love or hate
This is all he wants from me
Revelation, salvation.

He turns his back occasionally
To stare at lying reams of pearl
Or the tiger’s great golden jaws
I reflect it all faithfully.
I stare at him, he stares at me.
Gridlock, deadlock, tick tock, sad clock
He searches my depths for meaning
Fishing in the bowels of my frame.