David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,162 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship (33) - Poem by David McLansky

(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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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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