The Queen of Egypt
By Geoffrey Heptonstall
Flamingos may be glimpsed in flight
through the waters of distant lagoons.
They make waves that stir desire
for elegant company at court.
Men are easily persuaded,
my lord, by feathers, jewels and eyes
till they are possessed by their passion.
I am amused to be thought divine
when secretly stained with intimate blood.
And I raise my skirts to shit.
[Men are shocked to hear this.]
Yet still a moth to a candle flies,
eager wings approaching the flame.
Life so fragile soon passes,
and no-one mourns what is gone.
When the wind parts the curtains
the world reveals its curiosity.
Someone looks in to see my life.
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