The Lonely Unicorn
Poem by Paisley Hibou
I shall not paint the sudden flush that swells the heaving cheeks.
I shall not photograph the pools of mucous saddled above the lip.
Only the Virgin could weep beautifully, and not even a unicorn's tears shine gold.
So hide your face, Unicorn Man. Mimic the ostrich and flee for the sand.
When your fair lady-in-waiting comes to comfort you, hold high your horn.
The Lord knows she swallows her own tears like blood.
Her heart is a puddle of dark little tears, in fact--
skewing the ratio of water to flesh in her willowy body.
Your ocean is her lake.