The Inheritance

 

                                                                                     

The Inheritance

 

I disdain to be published by ideological publications,

The Irish Times, Poetry Ireland and their associative presses;

Good shite, when did poetry in Ireland become so respectable,

Even polished with all the veneer of corporate marketing ?

 

Where so called poets in their hundreds, possibly thousands,

All minority groups, of course, from trans, gay, non-binary

Black and above all ….Feminist ;

One writes with a clitoris these days, darling, not a penis!

 

To hell with that. Everyday, I reconstruct my Oedipal origins,

Eroticizing my way along the quotidian.

Out there on the plains of absolute boredom

 

Are stationed an army of women who are truly Vitruvian;

And their aquiline limbs sculpted a very specific way

Invoke both the caves of Lascaux and Baudelaire.