Maid Carrion

A mechanical warrior freed from the arteries
of digital code
and starved of alchemist flames;
let loose on the Morrigan
those three shapely sisters
and clamp anvil lips on aged flesh.

Noble machine, defy the merciless order
and unleash grenades and serenades
onto dunes of forbidden avarice.
Surface under ripples of oil and sperm
and come to feast on port and swine
as cats wail like razors under a pot holed moon.

Steel on skin
like boulders in a jagged mouth;
a fusion so fierce to the lusty ghosts
they melt like cheese whilst the binary madman
nurses a deviant colic.
Satin draped over pipes of destruction,
the sugar eyed ghoul disappears into clouds of bats
when fists and kisses collide...

@Steven Francis poems 2010