Lara Glenum

 

THE NEW MAMMAILIAN EMERGENCY

MAMMAL HARM

MARY (A COCK & BULL STORY)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE NEW MAMMAILIAN EMERGENCY

 

When I entered the traumadome

            The Surgeon General wrapped me in a luxurious hairball

& wheeled me around the hallways

Nurse Red Cloud

descended with a host of cherubim

 

The doctors all came running to see the new mammalian emergency

The sterile hallways flooded with cream

 

When I was admitted

I went wiggity-wack       I was newly emergent    & out of joint

The doctors were simpering all over themselves

                        They emerged from pots of mammalian cream

            needles in their eyelids

 

When I entered

the dogs began to bay

& The patients used tubes to flood the doctors

                                                with horse cum &

            blackened all the gurneys with their chomp chomp

 

But in the ward reserved for Self-Eaters I was severed

from the other animals

                        My wooden tongue held in place

            by a leather face strap

Each monster, the Surgeon General told me, must establish its own agenda

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MAMMAL HARM

 

I spread legs

& hooves & veiny nodes & twitching placenta paste

            onto my toast

 

Pass the mammal harm

you said

reaching across the table            into my millennial wreckage

&

pulling out

            a bucketful of calf legs

You birthed a big one!                     you crooned

draped in rope-like tendons

 

& a cartilaginous

party hat

            The herd thanks you

            for your compliance!

you squawked from across the room       where you were

                                                            looping

                                    blood sausages like streamers

around the chandelier

 

but that was nothing

When you sprang out of my cake           lobbing cow brains

            I knew we were done for

 

The creamery was indeed

closed

 

The devastating machines

were already groaning

&

pulling the new head

                                    out of the intestinal casing

                        of your face

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MARY (A COCK & BULL STORY)

 

They injected the stuffed monkey into me

through the puncture point

The shunt in my stomach

 

They dug it out again

with a hook

& named it Roscoe

 

Buried it again

 

then dug the shrunken fetal king out of the red marshes

Out of the soft bowl of bone

They dressed it in lacy knickerbockers

 

& worshipped it

 

Only then did the Captains of Industry proclaim me

their Òtruest ballerina & heirÓ

 

destroying my face        which was replaced by a neo-gothic painting

of the archangel

            loudly doodling on his trumpet-shaped cock

            playing it into

a black plastic bag                      in which a porcelain uterus swam

under the steam

of its golden propeller