THE
SCARLET WOMAN
how
is it to seize the queen's sucklings -
and
to dash them hardly against the rocks?
… and
then to let whatever accursed woman
weep
the fleshly death thereof …
but
listen to me:
put
the scarlet woman
on
a pedestal of lava! Burn her with the Love of God;
smear
her feet with aloe vera,
the
balsam scent of amour, for she is deserving of it!
now,
placate
the idiot crowd then
with
the vices and flesh of archetypal whoredom
until
the concubine empress smiles in contentment,
drunk
with the crescent moon! for as it happens, she has won …
the
scarlet woman is strong
for
we weigh her cumbrance in tonnes!
she
puts a blade to her navel
and
smites it with a curse of impotence and rot.
the
scarlet woman says:
what
is sex if not the poison of the love-asp,
yes!
the trepidation
which
ensues in definitive mockery?
and
what is sexual pleasure
but
a glitch in an eternal tedium,
as
if a pack of rats burroughing
through
the skin and muscle
of
our Lord?
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