“Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.”
Mistresses of the sidelong glance, pursed lips and narrowed eyes
their claws out in anticipation.
An interloper will not obey group norms
byzantine to all
but their inbred nucleus.
Heads adjoined, a hydra of bile,
they spew a lethal cocktail of hatred and malice,
a blitzkrieg of pettiness, innuendo and spite
thoroughly and relentlessly as a conqueror razes a city.
They drag her through the noxious sludge of degradation.
Inevitable denouement is ostracism final as ancient Athens,
a surgical cut
until she is laid bare,
her spirit torn to dirty scraps pelted by the wind.
Satisfied, they begin once more.