Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Vikings arrive by sea.
They do not want mystery meat.
They do not want mcnuggets.
They find you in your loft with your
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
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