Nemesis
Gatecrasher One was gutted by flames and
now
a
river’s rushing towards Wicker Arches.
A half-submerged ambulance’s lights
still flash crazy-blue and she thinks
there’s a disco.
Ecstasy-fuelled she discards her white
fluffy boots
and wades into the chilling waves.
A piece of shit floats by.
She sees the swan and she thinks that if
she’s Barbarella then
this must be Pygar. She strokes his
glistening throbbing throat,
in awe at his elegant form, safe in the
knowledge:
An
angel doesn’t make love. An angel is love.
His yolk-yellow beak bites at her nipples
and swollen,
unfurled wings ensure his rapture, her
rape.
Her mother sits at home and watches it all
on BBC News 24.
‘Oh Leda,’ she sobs, ‘Oh Leda, my
child.’ She watches it all as
her daughter washes away the slime and
swims off to await the hatching,
clutching a torn-off feather.
Love this, but it really picks up at "A piece of shit floats by." I almost want ti to start there, but hey I didn't write it and I'm always too busy meddling with things. Great Stuff!
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