Elbows seem to be talking inside of her
About the distended chasm she accords as though dwelling
Veneered in shades of her pinnacle the way hills lean on the turf of god and clamor for the fever fowls to spade on its back,
Heap up the bulging soils with the sowing glare of Eden
Welling the pulp of rock cushioning the wrench dust holds from its first huff to the granular marrow
And there flesh be summoned to breath and uttering elbows !
Scores tuned to lilac and one rustic croon spooning in soft warmth
Her pinned maw sprawls at the ruddy, toothless gums snagging on the snowflakes her never-dusking dawn has to perlocate;
As offering to the dim-mouthed glint of a star devouring light and shafting the crow brooding the cupboards
Her entrails might have swallowed the tail of a reptile as long as a man's
Scalled with a collar knawing a moon-shaped crater
The means of his abuses blessing the marching death silhouettes he endows between her legs
But a heart wafting a second from the brim of a gut
From the empty shells of ire
Is a god you exalt by the name of mother
15/11/2023
