Update on Leda and the Swan

A kick-ass blow: a giant wing's turned weak,
trapped by the heel on a patent leather boot.
She twists his neck to face her, bites his beak
and curses in three languages. No loot

this time. With fingers like a sushi knife,
she chops the feathered meat that tries and parts
her muscled thighs by force. Since her past life,
she's trained six times a week in martial arts.

Divine foresight won't ooze again: boot tips
side-kick that engorged spot, so tower and roof
collapse while Clytemnestra laughs. Rebuked,
the immortal brute, cross-eyed, stares up at hips
clad in a red suede miniskirt—clear proof,
this once, in beaked disguise, god ends up cooked.

© Alba Cruz-Hacker