Native Women

From the Surgeon's Log aboard a ship carrying prisoners to Australia

There is a proportion, a softness, a roundness

and plumpness in their limbs and bodies that would excite  

tender sensations,

even in the frigid breast of a philosopher.

 

They smear their bodies with fish  oil and this mixes with the soot 

from the cooking fires

which they dutifully attend.

 

A constant bubble of excrementitious matter

collects on their upper, pouting lip in

rich clusters, and is kept intact

by fresh drippings.

 

I must say, from all these embellishments, every

inclination and every idea of fond

intercourse with one

of these damsels is banished.

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Author's Note

Often, "good" stories or poems grow out of reading, listening to FM radio late at night, overhearing things on the bus, plane, or rail, and so on.

Reviews

[Jai Garg]

Lol, one never knows.

"From the Surgeon's Log aboard a ship carrying prisoners to Australia"

Surgeon or the prisoner? I wonder.