Morning doves & the hard striking nails of a Wolverine.
She’s built a black virgin from foam & plastic & bone & she’s opened its face
Follow the river. Hold close to the fence.
They’ve cleared the room & left the sheets of hot metal to rust.
she’s planted a dog’s skull at one breast & a seed pod in its slick vagina
I can see the body curled in the corner.
she’s skinned the head of an ox & raised it on wire & wings
As the day grows dark, a crowd begins to gather at the edge of the field.
Have you seen Hazel with her silver gown her silver turban her silver teeth?
& she’s split the naked torso of her twin & trimmed its fissures with ink & poison quills
The rain has begun again. Helicopters circling in pairs, a mastiff & a red Ferrari.
First, they were arranged in a line & then one at a time they were led away & after a while no one was left.