Le Mepris

Who would not love to hear Brigitte Bardot
say the things she says so well?

And yet, a woman’s love can dutifully lecture.
Once she has turned the page,

the words fall out of the book
she has so wantonly discarded.

Love is a dalliance and destruction,
whether on Capri, Long Island or Laredo.

She brandished her buttocks
as a weapon Hercules might wield.

She was a rebel from rebellion
and succumbed to man.

Dead in a convertible,
startling the sparrows.

Her vagina still cherishing semen
that would impregnate fate.

The tanker truck sits silent
on its rubber feet.

The closing credits do not do her justice.
Who tried to push the button marked FAIR?

We almost never fail at futility.
None but the living can go on living.