Censoring Danger

Animals Gnawing Women and Children

Men can be masticated
by as many species of wildcat
or wolf as there are letters
on a mad optician's chart.
If so much as a drop of drool
from a boar's tusk anoints
an under-18 or female,
the thumbs-up
will be an emperor's model:
pollice recto.

'Clutching Hands'

in a manner suggesting a desperation
to get the wedding over with
in a blitzen of he does/she does
or to leapfrog the gown and rings altogether,
strip off and get ruined.
That panting, not so much relief
as indigestion, I'd expect.

Indecorous Dancing

Limbs loosened by gin, these days
too many girls are flinging themselves
to the wind or the 45 beats
a minute of some bass-blackened
abomination. Let's not encourage
them to go the Red Shoes route
and shimmy into the gutter
or a sailor's grip any more
than is strictly necessary.

The Effects of Vitriol Throwing

Nobody goes to the cinema
for this.

Women Fighting With Knives

Two brawny Amazons
or she-felons swicking the air
with scimitars or scythes
before launching their weapons,
each into a bosom plumped
to cobra-spit blood? I can't think
of anything
less appealing.

Painful Insistence of Realism in Death-Bed Scenes

For God's sake, make your lead
go gently. Don't let them
leak fluid, swear, exhibit
excessively faithful terminal symptoms
where such symptoms
interfere with pastel symbolism,
a Christ-like forgiving smile,
the close-up
on the creaseless closing of the eyes.
For the record, even fake-named,
false-bearded, wool-wigged,
no Christ may materialise.