with egg white and mango brain;

and I will draw breath from the stuttering stairs

as beneath the voice

where only the ears are allowed to kick and scream

she bathed in the beauty of passions bounty

battered and hung to dry

with egg white and mango brain;

and the wheel that spun across her back

with chestnut shell and roasted turkey beak

will crawl upon the circuit of her hell

towards the melting of her second son

caged with the tumour of hermaphrodite skull

on sawdust floor when once a seagull sprang;

and I will find solace behind the heat of her labelled hate

in her sanctum of forbidden release

where rapes the landscape of her pitted paint

needless for the eyes - her sprouting room -

her asylum of testosterone hair

in footsteps of carbon print;

what is it this lady of the brisket mask

should alter the course of invasive task?

her world is mine for the betrayal of sunstroke and melodic grief

her insubordinate limp a protest to relief

drawn, slaughtered and slain

with egg white and mango brain;