A woman lies in a pool,

Dead and naked,

As she wades, with a 

Christening dove

Lighting up the sullen sky,

Darkened

 

And her breasts lie

Pale white

A cloth smoothly talking

Like goat's milk

While her inner thighs give birth

To charcoal rose fetuses

 

And she stirs carefully, the

Sparkling river

The woman, being naked, notices

An apple

And the dead naked woman takes

A bite

 

And her goat's milk skin curdles, burning 

Into salt

And the goat breasts make love to

The charcoal rose fetuses

And rolling around, with dust for

Crowns

They jest, with rings on their 

Pig-shaped noses.