LADY BLOOD GOES BACK A LONG WAY
ALONG SILK ROADS AND SPICE ROADS AND EVEN SLAVE ROADS
MERCHANTS AND LORDS PHILANTHROPISTS AND GAMBLERS OF LIVES
BUT BLUE BLOOD THAT COMES LIKE A VINTAGE WINE
FERMENTED IN CASKETS OF TIME
IT EITHER CARRIES ALONG OR IT DOESN’T
AND PURIFIES OR DOESN’T
IN MY WOES A NURSE I CAME TO KNOW SUCH A LADY
A LADY WHEN IN MY MADNESS I SPAT AT HER
THE COLOUR OF MY SYLIVA TURNED BRIGHT TURQUOISE BLUE
BECAUSE REAL BLUE BLOOD TURNS EVERYTHING TOXIC
INTO A BLUE AS BLUE AS THE SUMMER SKIES.
The Optimistic Rhymer 