jethro’s daughter: master of flies

by Allister Nelson

Darling, my darling, the kitchen’s on fire

the children are turning to lice.

Angel, my angel, the trumpets are wailing

I think we’re falling to Hell.

Husband, my master, the meat is poisoned,

it’s my own flesh I cantarella-spiced.

Master, commander, I’m Damned for your love,

sting me, sweet venom, my shell

of bitter words and amber lies

capsize, and rain falls outside

your austere pentagram, your

fortress crumbles, we are naked

as Cymoril and Elric in a seaside

cave, and I’m dead come Monday.

Bee, I’ll rise come Friday with the locust-honey.

Buzz buzz,

chime chime.

Eat me, breed me!

Let’s go

and get

Chinese.

It’s

all

fine.

*Stay tuned for Allister Nelson’s next installment of Jethro’s Daughter next week.