we have seen the end, her voices echoing
deeply; her mouth were it belongs; rivers
flood, mothers crawl through the hot
green mud;   I have touched her ****
more than once; like touching ice the last
buried mammoth,  hidden by the blizzard;
I have two children,   one is a model,
the other a ****; oh, the wheels of Babylon,
her starlit heir-filled audience;
the Venus mounds of the Greek Goddesses
lining up like sheets of handmade paper,
misaligned & disentangled,  wayward &
mechanical, I count her numerous **** & she
has the *** of a Queen asinus hominis regina