I had a dream, and many men have had it,
Upon the midnight hour, there roamed the land
A woman’s sexual part, but disembodied--
Autonomous, it prowled the land, in search
Of prey, not bound by any reprimand,
Voracious in its appetite unclouded
By moral compass as unto it reach,
As otherwise its wanton ways forbad it--
Deep in the throes of nightmare, while men sleep,
It comes upon its victims, and has grown
Monstrous in its capacity and heat,
So that, before its sleeping prey have known,
Both men and boys full equally it eat,
Then on the prowl repeatedly it creep.
No, men and boys have no defense from it,
It swallows up their bodies while they keep
The sleep of death—crawls on them underneath,
Then like a Venus flytrap sucks them in
Before the prey can even make a peep,
But gnashes them and gnarls them in its teeth
As corpses whole it swallows in its sin,
Until the empty carcass back it spit!
Then off it go, in search of other prey,
Already so magnanimous in size
An army may not fight it—I awoke
Gasping in horror, then I realize
Subconscious mind—no succubus—have spoke,
Or was it something eaten yesterday?