Imogen

Ethereal zeal seeded me in 

a watery womb 

I was a wet wastrel, hunger 

my only emotion

My infant days spent dreaming in 

slivers of wind, 

my devotion the promise of rain 

Sky was my playground, clouds my toys. 

Directionless, but not without route, I went 

from meandering to wandering, 

from cruise to jet. 

I flew here and there until I was travelling 

in circles. 

I discovered I like travelling in circles,

picking the gleanings from field and yard,

fervently funneling everything into my tunnel. 

Eating makes a girl thirsty so I sucked 

on the teat of your warm seas. I fed 

my strength until my arms flailed and 

anger was discovered in my loins.

I became single-eyed in my purpose -  

for you to know the full force of 

my fists. So I came in swinging, 

a torqued ellipse, ignoring your 

futile idols, turning roofs into tinsel, 

stuffing my maw with animal, 

vegetable and mineral, your flesh 

and blood.  I caught you - a deer in 

headlights. My cyclops eye snuck up 

behind you, seized you unaware 

dreaming of a high. I vibrated your 

glass until it sang siren song -  

smithereened silver 

splintering your houses, your 

households, your hearts. I trashed 

your plans, exposed your pretense. 

I laughed at your puerile projections

Despite all the warnings you had 

no defence. 

You mumbled last rites, screamed 

your prayers, but I confronted no 

retribution and though my life was 

short it was very sweet. You will 

remember me long after I 

have gone.

And now I have gone, 

remember this as you sweep 

your streets and 

collect your dignity - I am 

not an only-child. 

My siblings long to make your 

acquaintance too.