Swan Song

How dare you come in here
all 'human'
doused in whisky
with the pretence of inadequacy

this is my pond, Zeus,
you lightning brute,
and not some kind of pecking ground -

put me down,
why do you constantly crave
surrender? I never expected you
to be ginger,

I thought maybe
father christmas but stronger -
a smile thrown in
with your thunder

bolt? I won't look at you,
on my back, proof
that I am 'woman'

for you and still you have
no measure of me