Of crocodiles
And betrayal
Boudica clad
In chain mail,
Cleo   uncorks
Another bottle,
Scythed chariots
Going full throttle,
Gems   and   jewels
And golden bangles,
Crowns                  set
At     jaunty     angles,
Tales    of          lovers
And   kingdoms  lost,
The       clever      men
They double-crossed,
But the sun-god sinks
The       wheel    spins,
And        in   the   end
The Patriarchy wins.