Vindication

“I see not the shadow of a reason to conclude that their virtues should differ in respect to their nature. In fact, how can they, if virtue has only one eternal standard? I must therefore, if I reason consequentially, as strenuously maintain that they have the same simple direction, as that there is a God.” – Mary Wollstonecraft (1759-1797).
 
On the shore 
Ephemeron triflers  
Swarm 

 Times and tides 
Soulless bloodlines 
Submissive as soldiers 
 
Legion’s swine squeal 
I was too fond 
of Fanny Blood 
and daughter’s education 

Cast them, cliff-plunge 
Into mortal 
Furnace and  
Airless satellites 

Through sunbeams charming  
and oblique 
Minnow ticklers 
Hook dolphins 

While graceful ivy 
Clasps the oak 
Placental tears and 
Playing God 

Thus God ordains my beauty 
To win the god in him 
And in his name 
My gothic death and resurrection