Sideways it always was along the long wall
and I still see her in it though she’s gone now,
combing her hair, setting her face right for the street.
I fixed it upright by my door to watch who comes,
who passes. Things are not so easy in this neck of the woods.
The neighbourhood’s gone crazy.
But in Milly’s mirror all the world’s reversed –
car numbers, faces, turned around as mirrors do,
and the mad didikais raging in the street all night.
They beat each other up, they’re selling crack.
They brick each others’ cars and windows
and they scream through the night furnace.
Milly’s mirror watches.
Milly’s mirror watches all.