I make a point of expressing how much I hate poetry at least once a year. This however, this poem about raping a mermaid... this is good. Horrid obviously, but good.
Mermaid
About human love,
she knew nothing.
I’ll show you he promised.
But first you need legs.
And he held up
a knife
with the sharpest of tips
to the ripeness of her emerald tail.
She danced an involuntary dance,
captive
twitching with fear.
Swiftly
he slit
down the muscular length
exposing the bone in its red canal.
She played dead on the rock
dead by the blue lagoon
dead to the ends of her divided tail.
He fell on her, sunk himself deep
into the apex.
Then he fled
on his human legs.
Human love cried the sea,
the sea in her head.
Moniza Alvi
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