GRANITO

“Melgas” only pull out prematurely when they hit an artery……

THEY lay in wait,
We lay in state-
Lambs to the slaughter
(might be your daughter).
Unbeknown; innocence,
Ripe for the plucking,
Choice juicy steak
Ready for sucking…

It may be a cheek by jowl,
An arm or a leg,
A sinewy muscle
An hour-glass, maidenhead’s bustle,
Numbed, the victim heeds not
This bloody soil
That is made by the prick
Of their fly-fanged toil..

Then the morning after-
Plundered and punctured,
Blood donated- transfused, ruptured,
Duped awaken from their anaesthetised slumber
Scratching an itch, lain betwixt sacral and lumbar!

Bloody, bloody hell

(by Vanessa Haines-Matos)