The Executioner’s Beautiful Daughter

(After Angela Carter)

 

The sky collects tears,

you slice necks.

A butcher, a block of blood.

Artist of retribution.

I pluck the breathing eggs

your raw mouth spoils.

Lick up the liquid of chicks

from your chin.

Itch your cock, the fleas run.

Polished with death, the block

fingers my spine.

My father, the leathered hypocrite.

Inside the body you made.

Is that what makes you hard?

You come on my thigh

as your axe does the jugular.

His blood kisses my feet.

The sky collects tears.

 

Kimberley Hayes