Bloody Mary

Note who’s got to go

today, don’t fuss

about the means,

just go ahead behead,

impale, starve, strappado,

the sheer assortment

of choices enough

to make a crown

crow. They never

loved me enough.

It must be said: They

were a disappointment.

When divine mother

love wears out, I just

reverse the robe

from blue to red.

I like a flat ground

to build the next town,

city, empire of disgust.

All the waste you see,

that’s what I did,

none of that happened

to me. I did that.

I made that. I killed that. I.