Slaying of the Doe

you were the gorilla
thumping its chest
in victory
but your power
was not the roar of a lion
among  tall grasses of arid plains

but weakness

like a young foal struggling to stand
for the first time
minus the innocent beauty
like her

forever marred

on the day you took it from her
against her will
leaving her crumpled and broken
collapsed, graceless, and bleeding

afterwards her nightmares
were only of sound

the grunting of gorillas

but it felt good to you
slick and wet
and all you recalled
was that she was upset
because
she was a Catholic girl
who lost her virginity

--Casey Powers