maps revisited

She told me she was
a linguistic cartographer
when she was a  little girl
I drew a little map on a napkin.
I called it a paper kite
I wanted to give her colored pencils
and her boots and her route back
Who tells a girl
She has lost a thing like a map?
While she was looking
they say she found
A strand of tobacco mosaic
that she ingested
like a fairytale
like a documentary
about giving it all away
and died
but came back to life as
Hansel and Gretel
The Three Little Pigs
Little Miss Muffet
She thinks
I am the giant
at the top of the beanstalk
or the wolf hiding
Little Red's Grandmas Woods
Thinking about the lack
of the persistence of cannibalism
in children's fairy tales these days
Someone has to be there to look up
To tell the bastard king in sleeping beauty
"Eat, eat, you are eating of your own."

-Writeredhanded

  "Alas! Then I, myself, am the wolf of my own sweet lambs. Alas! And why did these my veins know not the fountains of their own blood? You renegade bitch, what evil deed is this which you have done? Begone, you shall get your desert as the stumps, and I will not send such a tyrant-faced one to the Colosseum to do her penance!"-The Bastard King