Pretty Liar, oh
my daughter-maid
who cannot bring herself to rage.
Carved from a river stone,
she was sketched and carved
to flesh and bone.
A viscious toungue of sea-bed viper
clamps to ankles of dead-like surviors.
How cruel these final moist moments are..
Not even allowing the sea-men
to shoot a glimpse
at the angel behind the bar
bringing them down from afar.
Nor to see the spots
of the velvet tiger
before their ears and nose
crushed, kiss together.