Revolution Rape

Little lamb, can you tell me why
Elaine Martin & Mayor Judge
went walking across the sky
when the evening was fresh
with the wolf's desire?

If the world is not enough,
what else is there?
Why tempt the intemperate stars
with your imitation of holiness?
Elaine Martin, please with
the cloud in her hand, did not ask.
Mayor Judge walked by her side.

Little lamb, can you tell me
with what sense of fashion
Elaine Martin made a strike
of passion towards Mayor Judge?

Did bells ring? Did fireworks spark?
Did the earth move? Did he
give a passionate yell, as a lark?

Mayor Judge faked it, as
Elaine Martin whispered at his ear
in sign language.

Little lamb, can you tell me —
do trees care for the forest?
Can you tell me if it matters
how, where, or when we meet?
Is love a poor jest?

Or
are we well answered
when we spread our desires plain,
like prayerful stars against the sky?

Little lamb, can you tell me?
20.III.1980

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“He who moves a love to scorn
Shall feel the prick of the rose's thorn”