Friday poetry blogging

As started by jo(e) and seen all over. I'm jumping in just before Friday leaves us, here on the left coast. After riffling through a pile of books off my poetry shelf, rediscovering old favorites, this was the one that jumped out at me. Maybe because I've felt a trifle self-absorbed lately.

beware: do not read this poem
by Ishmael Reed

tonite, thriller was
abt an ol woman, so vain she
surrounded herself w/
many mirrors

it got so bad that finally she
locked herself indoors & her
whole life became the
mirrors

one day the villagers broke
into her house, but she was too
swift for them . she disappeared
into a mirror
each tenant who bought the house
after that, lost a loved one to
the ol woman in the mirror:
first a little girl
then a young woman
then the young woman/s husband

the hunger of this poem is legendary
it has taken in many victims
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr feet
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr legs
back off from this poem
it is a greedy mirror
you are into this poem . from
the waist down
nobody can hear you can they?
this poem has had you up to here
belch
this poem ain't got no manners
you cant call out frm this poem
relax now & go w/this poem
move & roll on to this poem
do not resist this poem
this poem has yr eyes
this poem has his head
this poem has his arms
this poem has his fingers
this poem has his fingertips

this poem is the reader & the
reader this poem

statistic: the us bureau of missing persons reports
that in 1968 over 100,000 people disappeared
leaving no solid clues
nor trace only
a space in the lives of their friends