KLYTAIMNÉSTRA (Ode to Mariska Veres)


Woeful is she, great
temptress of faith,
grand empress
of loss.

And time has come
to drink, to pound
the shocking
beating
bully
blue.

You would, we
will, I do.

Doleful is she, drawn
outline of late,
wan ouija
of skirt.

And time has come
to drink, to mark
the risky
business
veers’
sooth.

Not a single soul
noticed your
haunting &
ethereal
lover.

He tightened the
scarf ‘round his
throat.

And yet you sought
a more anonymous
way to pass.

You brought it on,
away the more
magnani-
mous
Lee
hew.

Venus in wigs.

Slain by the
song you
bore.

Venus in furs.

Death slipping
through my
fingers.


M.J.C.A. 05-12-2006