THE SWAN & LEDA
How, like a...God
he comes
taking the shape
& the form of a
swan
who having had
his wicked way
longs
to be
on his
merry way.
But, wait
...what’s this
he can’t....shake
...his fine...feathers...off
feather upon
downy feather
locks him
into the costume
he had put on
& now...can’t be put off.
What magic
can this human woman
weave
& now
having been taken
takes great pleasure
in having her servant
a giant of a man
among men
****** the swan
& be gone.
And once
the God
is well & truly
f*****
he’s plucked
of all
the finery
of his feathers.
Behold, the God
standing in the ****
shivering & ready
for the ***
the final twist
of this fatalistic plot
...his beautiful
neck.
That night
she dines upon
the subtle delicate
breast of swan
served in a creamy
pepper & garlic sauce.
She even has
an extra helping
thinking she can
always exercise it off.
Alas, poor Zeus
wishing he had chosen
to pose
in his usual tour-de-force
a shower
of gold
but thinks too late
(thinking even as he is eaten) .
And now, she burps
(“Oh, pardon..! ”)
sleeps
& dreams
of a God
fit for a dish.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
THE SWAN & LEDA
How, like a...God
he comes
taking the shape
& the form of a
swan
who having had
his wicked way
longs
to be
on his
merry way.
But, wait
...what’s this
he can’t....shake
...his fine...feathers...off
feather upon
downy feather
locks him
into the costume
he had put on
& now...can’t be put off.
What magic
can this human woman
weave
& now
having been taken
takes great pleasure
in having her servant
a giant of a man
among men
****** the swan
& be gone.
And once
the God
is well & truly
f*****
he’s plucked
of all
the finery
of his feathers.
Behold, the God
standing in the ****
shivering & ready
for the ***
the final twist
of this fatalistic plot
...his beautiful
neck.
That night
she dines upon
the subtle delicate
breast of swan
served in a creamy
pepper & garlic sauce.
She even has
an extra helping
thinking she can
always exercise it off.
Alas, poor Zeus
wishing he had chosen
to pose
in his usual tour-de-force
a shower
of gold
but thinks too late
(thinking even as he is eaten) .
And now, she burps
(“Oh, pardon..! ”)
sleeps
& dreams
of a God
fit for a dish.
