We saw her pained,
The muscles tensed,
Did flesh rip?
I think flesh ripped.

Our moral ways,
Express lanes to her--
That innocent in the machine--
Were papered green.  

The devil watched her violation,
We could not stop it.
There was so much green,
Such pure green.

Today, from my high house in gates,
She haunts my sleep and
Shows me the paths,
So papered green,
Were merely never.
Stretched toward her,
Cracking with her,
Strangled with pure, **** green
Was us.