Vikings arrive by sea.
They do not want mystery meat.
They do not want mcnuggets.
They find you in your loft with your
Flat screen
And your baseball cards;
By the time they are done, if they wanted it
Then they have tuckit.
On a pike, your silly head.
Held high in bloody hands, your heart.
Boudica arrives by land.
Her back is striped and her face is hard.
She shan't be leaving a calling card.
She will find you in your tudor
Selling amway
Making goose clothes;
By the time she is done, no manolo blahniks in the closet,
No koi pond in the yard.
Your neck a broken stem.
Your head a fallen rose.
The Chase banker sits
With his bald fringe like a Roman--
Meeting Vikings at the close of day
And Boudica in the gloaming.
_________
dedicated to my favorite Viking Grrl
for One Shot Wednesday
Yes. I've had similar encounters with Chase.
ReplyDeletethey can take the amway ---but they are not getting my mcnuggets...bkm
ReplyDelete"held high in bloody hands your heart"......I can see the Viking helmets, and the gore. I especially love "your neck a broken stem, Your head a fallen rose." Killer lines!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHa! I love it. Gave me a laugh. Oh - what if Vikings could behold our society today? Oh they would have a field day. In such commercialism they would run rampant. And for that matter - who doesn't want to go viking on some of these banks and bankers? And Boudica - good reference.
ReplyDeleteVikings would definitely take Chase bankers by the horns. Love it. Your mind blows my mind.
ReplyDeletexoxo
Weasel-friend
This was awesome, Shay. It does seem to be exactly like this. I'll be looking at my bank manager differently now :)
ReplyDeleteYour neck a broken stem.
ReplyDeleteYour head a fallen rose.
Excellent lines!
I Love this. :-)
Big grin! Much to be pilfered in our contemporary consumer society and who doesn't want to do-in that koi pond. I say let them take the bald banker!
ReplyDeleteShay, that last stanza speaks
ReplyDeletevolumes. Love it!
Pamela
Hmmm - Chase bankers, who knew?
ReplyDeleteYou know your vikings!! Love this Shay!!! :-)
ReplyDeleteExactly.
ReplyDeleteI think we could use a Beserker or two in these parts, too.
ReplyDeletekinda glad i no longer work for the bank...the vikings are weak they did not even make the playoffs did they? smiles.
ReplyDeletewonder what the hell they'll do with all the facebook addicts?
ReplyDelete:S
How wonderful! I think I prefer the Vikings to the bankers.
ReplyDeleteTeresa
How right to try to imagine the fall of America like the Fall of Rome, vandals at our gates, taking possession of something which had already crumbled from within. For some reason this poem makes me think of "60 Minutes" reporter Laura Logan -- one tough, pretty, seasoned journalist -- who was assaulted beaten & raped repeatedly in Tahrir Square last Friday night by a mob of wild revelers. Horrible. Yet it also says our democracy doesn't have the cache it once did ... Brendan
ReplyDeletelove the look at our "soft society" and how things used to be :) great job! and by your C and S, we'd come from the same dark world :)
ReplyDeleteMonty / bum
Going to be chuckling over this for a while. Clever, exemplary.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I can just hand them this poem when I close out my account when I go home. Savings account indeed. It made 15cents this year! I'm done with Chase but not with you, lass. This rocks! In more ways than one!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you...Gay
Its very beautiful and epic like.. I enjoyed the story...
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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