Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Epiphany: Eochu, Lord Of The Underworld - Poem by Anthony Weir

Barrel
Slung between powerful thighs
Marvel
Fixing my humble and envious eyes
Slides out of its stock
Veins standing out, thick
As a man’s arm:
Authority
Long and splendid and black
Extends towards the ground
Then with a masterful flick
Slaps a taut belly
Swings down again
And slowly slips back
Into thigh-portal
Leaving me trembling and awed
By unconscious display
Of superhumanity.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006



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