The Dead in Paris, Parts 5 and 6
by Gary Hardaway
The Dead in Paris, Part 5
The virgins await you, scented, 
oiled, and dressed in loosely gathered 
folds of pure white cotton…
The virgins smirk 
and flash sharpened teeth
that sink deeply into bared 
and weathered skin
and the hardened muscle underneath.
The pain is not exquisite 
and goes on forever.
The blood that gushed in Paris- 
testament to the power-
fouls instead your arms and ankles 
as the sharp teeth cut the tendons 
and etch the bones.
The Dead in Paris, Part 6
We built a wall from the Gulf 
of Mexico to the Pacific, 
then one around DC, Atlanta, 
Phoenix, San Diego, Peoria,
and Des Moines. Still, 
the bullets flew and the dead 
stacked up in morgues.
You get the picture. We got 
medieval on their asses
and the sieges 
ricochet and rumble on.
 
I've had words rolling in my head about Paris. No need now. ♡
When will we ever learn? When will we ehhhhhh-ver learn? *
Nailed it.*
Thank you, Felicia, Matt, and Amanda.
**"The virgins smirk" Indeed!!