that I would lay
like some unicorn’s
virgin?
That I would allow
your cold plot to
invade me,
steal my voice
as you sucked up
the scream?
Your judgment
failed you
again
dark imp.
Were you surprised
when I attacked
your black hole
virility?
Was it my nakedness
that startled you,
drooping in the way
that the universe
downturns
from conception.
I am a mother,
rapist,
no delicate
spring shoot.
I do not wilt
in heat;
I spit
out the earth’s placenta
in incendiary lava globules.
You first god
who eats your children,
could you think
that I would willingly
offer up
the tit
that suckled war?
Deluded darkling
I
birthed hell
in a contractual
flood.
If you were sure
you would triumph
be forewarned.
There has been
a realization
dawning
from fourty centuries
of biding time.
As you recline
on that throne
reassured
in
and
by
the nature of
your being,
I
have remodeled
your sons
in my image.