Lady Lavery, The She-Man
Not just a pretty face?
But you put her
on your bank notes
as your icon
loose change, loose legs
loose lips?
prostituted for reformation
a Venus in Furs
if you insist
but she is no flower
just like all women
she is castrated
by her own womb
and by you
oh Ireland!
you are the masculine
master, monster
putting her in
your place of choice
and when she set eyes on you
did she choose to go blind?
did she let go
of her impulses?
do you dare
glorify your Lady
and wish us all blind?
