Unpleasant Lacuna
To line our wombs with chemicals
To fumigate our spawn
To dodge impending miracles
To halt the breaking dawn
Shall ever be our duty and our charge
While Cleopatra burnishes her barge
And this we pledge upon our knees
With tesseracts tattooed
We swear it by the golden fleas
Whose blood, with ours imbued,
Flows freely through the sewers of the town
A flood in which the innocent will drown
Contributors: | Roland, P, TG. |
Poem finished: | 5th July 1999. |