Man Eater Poem by christopher veremu

Really was she some such
Never had any private parts
Many summed her a public park
All paid so her every avenue touch

She cared less whether east or west
Never knew when to stop give self rest
Rich and poor she loaded on her busy rack
Lame and strong she happily broke their backs

Conquered did she lying underneath
Ruled Kings lepers too best on her knees
Destroyed those she promised faithfully heal
Rich and mighty effortless she brought to heel

Some swore she was Jezebel's clone lost
Reproduced herself with fine ease everywhere so
Selling self her charms and wares hot to one and all
Catching the starry eyed fast paced she made snail slow

Furiously she danced her final waltz
Skidding as speed king into grave new cold
Her mark her scars remain the tall she made short
The tiny small she made smaller evening great score

Her entangling webbed empire raw much rough
Kings' passions she turned to ash with one blast
Her star dimmed swallowed by earth pile high above
Heaven's lamps lit up seeing her world close on her lust