Rape of the Sabine Women
There was no rush, no rush at all
except for the wind
against that slow rise and the fall
of those breasts
and her belly whilst he paused
to draw breath
and she lay there, all but naked
and so shamelessly sprawled ..
Twas there, midst
torn sackcloth and straw where
she bled, that he
spoke to her in tongues and said ..
You may once have been beautiful
yet by no means
tho’ the most beautiful of them all ..
Since tomorrow
we shall each march upon Antemnae
and then take her too ..