Before we damned asbestos, she was
a loyal citizen her lion roar was smoke and mirrors
and electro-shock therapy was a simple
cure for her less than Vogue appearance.
Simply said, we coped with breath of fire,
and numbed ourselves to lion’s roar and serpent’s hiss.
For sure her bleat of goat at 6 AM was slightly worse
than the alarm clock, but as a neighbor
she was great and helped to light the barbecue.
We dated for a while, and though people found it
odd, thought they could see attraction growing
through asbestos walls. But when the ban came
through, and legislation worked its legal ways
and cancerogenic walls were gone we had
to ostracize chimeras from the neighborhood.
She left us, and I can swear it was the first time
ever, that I’ve seen a serpent weep. We let her find
her way into the labyrinth of Crete, and maybe
(at least I hope it’s so) she now has found a
a Minotaur to mate within the maze.
May 31, 2017