Neville

Rape of the Sabine Women

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 ..