Comme un cygne endormi…

Gutted, dancing in frenzied shock;
    a slapdash of haemal plume.
The drops dissipating in clear ripples. 

    A wolf stares at the stained moon;
a biting wound of sapphire lakes,
    and flower crowns freezing over. 

Pale neck broken—windpipe
    smashed; her silken, swollen body
more mangled than in Weenix.