Boudica Gast
One two three four.
Off you peel some more – strips and stripped, and
I’m stretched naked across your scorching
Framework spears splinters into my flesh. Below
A bellyless pit, boundlessly slender, and
I can’t stand! – to see you
To smell and summon and receive your charade.
One two three four.
Flaky, chalky face and hibiscus-scarlet lips and
Sky eye shadow and your vicious smile
Gazes, bolted, glittering for the spectators.
Axeman, but not so scary underneath.
X marks the key, but we have no ship
No sails, no sigh of sky. No matter
For we can seize the seven seas without.
One two three four.
Your shining quartet of supreme quality!
The pillars of your vision and the pools of knowledge. To us
Gluttonous voids of egomania. Thus
Your rugged horses pull –
By leather harness burdened
By heavy soil broken
Foaming at the mouth. My mouth.
One two three four.
The taut rope vibrating – let it be music!
And the creak of the timber
Cries out like thunder, and I cry out!
Limb by limb by limb by limb
Limp – legs, arms, liver, eyes
And pain exhausts me so!
But I can sleep hovering on your furious framework
Pulling together your horses
Boudica Mae Gast, Class of 2022, is a Literature major from Voorburg, the Netherlands.
