Hades’ Epithalamium

 
 
I know
what You do
Fire-Hand Man
Death God
perched beneath
that dart board
fondling my
 
red     glass
(pomegranate
juice and gin)
with that red
red     grin
as if I’m something
You could win
 
O
 
Great Named
Unmoorer
Eldest Son
I watch You
saltshake my concussion
in that cup
six-month amnesia
cleft salve     I taste it
in the air     bitter
as Hell
 
O
believe in Me, Thou
Most Feared
I know
how You yearn
a leashed beast
kept pet
two-season mirror
in flesh
deep-seeded
full-throated
full-seeded
deep-throating
 
I know
what defends
the crown
of My
desires
 
so
 
if tonight must mean
a few sips
a few spars with
Your pitch
red   pitch
fork
Cock
 
well
then
 
Sweet
Heart
 
Tar
pit
 
tur
 
pen
 
tine
 
be warned
 
I
Hand-picked
these dagger shoes
 
just for you
 
I pain-
ted these Lips
royal blue
 
o legendary doom
 
i’d dress nice
this first night
if I was you
 
 
 

Emily Duggan writes and performs poetry, comedy, and theater in Boston and Chicago. She has appeared as a featured poet for the Boston Poetry Slam and as an ensemble member at Chicago's Green Mill. She makes her living as a dead person in Boston's ghost-tourism industry.