The Ruba'Iyat of Creteil Lake - Part Thirteen

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirteen Oh! Woe! Woe! On pubic islet the dirty deed’s done Bloodied needle leaves stain the Zen-rock cobbled garden The derelict torn womb spills seminal fluids on the ground Fallopian tubes shredded by the elements count down Her mons veneris rough-scaled and crushed by bombarding rams The cicatrised wooden ramparts no more serving as soil dams Not a lamina of palmate leaf even so much as shaking hands Where the maple tree once swayed to vulva-lapping tom-toms This soggy desolation of mud and gangrened charred rock Three weeping willows drooping wan lifeless at the water mock Where even the wild fowl desert the juicy period spoils Tell-tale signs of the Lady Lake’s pilloried grief in stock Where the surgeon’s thrusting irons reigned now stands the shiny bridge Three dark as dungeons evergreens bear lurid witness knowledge Of an unwholesome demonic deed done to the locked-in Dame Look! That Ancient Bard of Nishapur will surely acknowledge! Hark! The tulip-lipped Lass from Lahore walks downcast on stones! The Maiden of the Main lifts her head to utter bye-bygones! Pale Ol’ Khayyam still roams dreaming of the Dame of the Lake! Yet the foul deed still resounds up to the highest heavens! © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013