The White Ship (33) Poem by David McLansky

The White Ship (33)



(33) The White Ship


Someone’s bending over me
Some foul thing of ignominy
The naked Banshee rides my chest
Dripping acid from her breasts

Oh mother come and rescue me
I cannot breathe, she presses me
She bounces on my swollen chest
And mocks my flight with ghoulish jests

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