Cher Amazon
CHER AMAZÓN
Submarine incubus, forbidden hero
Held under the ruinous
Weight of the water since 1838
While you grew no older
Waiting patiently
A few kilometers and 30 fathoms
Off your island home
You bore a daughter, I hope,
For if you’d had to strangle a son
How could you
Tell yourself good morning
In your athletic asymmetry?
You raised her too, I’m sure,
To never blush at sisters’ nudity
Draw a strong bow
And never blink at a target.
And if that target smiles
At her, what then?
Will she adhere to your course
And will I have more company
With which to while away
The years?
And will I see her?
The end