The Spoonbill Generator

Unpleasant Lacuna

To line our wombs with chemicals [Roland]

To fumigate our spawn [P]

To dodge impending miracles [Roland]

To halt the breaking dawn [P]

Shall ever be our duty and our charge [TG]

While Cleopatra burnishes her barge [Roland]

And this we pledge upon our knees [TG]

With tesseracts tattooed [Roland]

We swear it by the golden fleas [TG]

Whose blood, with ours imbued, [Roland]

Flows freely through the sewers of the town [TG]

A flood in which the innocent will drown [P]

Contributors: Roland, P, TG.
Poem finished: 5th July 1999.