"A Dying Nightingale" - Victoria Bardot.

I wrote this twenty minutes ago. It's called "A Dying Nightingale".

In the crystalline waters I have found

the revolting rage of the shipwrecked sailor,

a brother and a sister making love

 to each other

in the telltale night.

Outside,

a wronged woman collects the pieces of her midnight dress

while a dying nightingale sings a gaudy lullaby.

I found the ugly teeth of loss in the soggy gazehound’s muzzle,

And still my lukewarm heart yearns for it.


                                                                    - Victoria Bardot