Lady Macandroid

Half flesh, half steel, sinews and twined wire, Begotten in the heat of half-love, tempered By hatred and the axe, fathered by one Who killed her mother, the male chauvinist boar Whose eye-teeth, razor-sharp, saw through the spine, Joy-sword in sheath. Wrought iron, blood vessels, Bone and cable, one part conceived, the other forged On the hard anvil where gusts of blood are seed Of all the axeman most does fear – cast iron woman With stanchions for a trunk, iron breastplate, A malleable black heart, a metallic chastity belt No man may boast of stealing and still live, Who beats men at their own battle games, A dab hand with the axe herself, as salty tears And globules of mercury exude from grey glands