Monday, August 8, 2016


"The trouble with your old immune system," she said,
Is that it never asserted itself, never asked
For money or demanded a name. I intend
To make different, gaudier mistakes.
I suppose I'll defend you from diseases --
It's in the contract -- but also from imposts, provosts
Pot roasts, lamp posts, most ghosts and crab grass
My name will be Furiosa Pendragon and I
Will accompany you, wearing a sword
And blowing a small trumpet. Invisibility
Is not my aim. I will take it kindly
If your dress from now on does not clash
With maroon and gold, which are my colors."

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