Salt heavy—my oxen skin overrun & ringing

Sunday plum—bodies whetted & sold in the East—

fruits without flowers—the winter prostitute

      steel plowed—tender how she glows

as the ocean would have me losing ear & piece—

      passage through veil—each tooth in place for feast

                 in the haunt of our Lord—so we bend—

fever in quarters—marred as the crown comes portal

      —renewed vagina—the anus a master throat—

…debts I give back despite the dead—Cyclamen

      without ascent—ascending bloom in gain

to lay waste—the sun landing

on every spider