Chapter 17
Don Pedro's Virgin Golden Rum
NARRATOR
Two Wives take the Captain’s stolen rum
to the Women’s Club mountain.
TWO WIVES
standing next to a big rum bottle
The unknown brews are here inside
for the Club women!
Our strength is equal
to bringing this bottle
up the hill for you.
We’ll peel it off, pull out the cork
and pour it down
the topmost mountain’s
highest hole.
Right down from the top!
And there, they’ll be flooded greatly inside.
And, benefited.
Imbibed and forced out
like drunken ants.
This is something we never thought of.
Yea, that’s good.
So much for the Women’s Club Meeting now!
They’ll disperse for sure.
Yea, and get drunken and wet,
and maybe even wild, as they come out!
Into the light of day - or night -
whenever we do it.
Right.
(Thinking about the amount of rum coming down into the Women’s Club)
So, sizes are not the matter;
A few drops will be enough for each one of them.
Our sizes don’t matter.
They’ll get, and do well, with
a few drops each!
Yea, and then we’ll see!
Yea. We’ll see them get out.
They’ll be inspired.
Yea. Very inspired!
And wildish.
WOMEN OF THE WOMEN’S CLUB
Golden amber fluid coming down!
The drops finding everyone’s tongues.
We’re drinking rum!
Our meeting is barely broken up.
TWO WIVES, from above
What we got from the Prince
is special to you!
Chapter 18
Rum Bottle Full
NARRATOR
Two Wives and large rum bottle full:
pulling, pushing, putting up -
rolling, sliding, encirculating?
How do they do it?
How can they get it over to the side of the
mountain and up to its top?
How can they supervise and oversee,
together, such an operation?
And then, how can they look over and see
such a thing: a large rum bottle,
tipped over and emptying - pouring -
into the women’s special cavern!?
The truth is: they’ve gotten it away from
the crazy Prince Giant -
or, maybe, he said that they could have it -
and from the Table of Plenty, it floated over
with their mesmerizing help.
Off the wooden boards (of that table),
over the densely packed sands:
the Two Wives and the bottle full!
They jostle and kick
and settle their strong thighs
to get it going.
They edge it around
and flap up to the edges
with their hands,
and push at it backwards
with their butts.
They summon all magical spirits,
from whom they are descended
(from whom they have inherited these graces
and the true magical powers)
to come along and help them
at the beach.
Such a large bottle
moving such a long-seeming way:
up to the mountain-side
and up to the top,
and down overturned;
and let out - all of its contents dunking
or dripping, punctually, from the open hole
down into the women’s cavern -
where, un-expecting this,
the Women are proudly discussing
the managing Horse’s mobile future strengths -
when, all of a sudden, in the best way:
droplets of rum
are scattering upon them
bursting open:
golden pellets of virgin luxury!
(End of Chapters 17 & 18)
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