Teiresias

 So tell me, blind seer:
 What do you know about the body electric?

 When the spiteful goddess made you
 one of her own, made you
 a servant to her servants;
 did you call your womanhood sacred?

 When she took your eyes
 and you were guided through the market,
 had your hands put to the naked meats
 spoiling in the spotlights;

 what did you hope to learn
 from this corrupted imitation?
 Tell me, blind seer:
 What delightful prophecies do you have for us?