The moon is a fat white woman.
This is where her nightgown fell.

The lambs are in the oyster.
Pearls rattle down the stairs.

Little rooms like tombs.
A puddle of shadow where he may have lay.

The city is a dream that unfurls from the soil.
The city is dumb and mute.
The city lights up the distance.

She stands amongst the foliage.
The lips on her mouth aquiver.
Words veiled by the front of her face.

The shepherd is a fat white woman.
This is where she fell.

She is the well from whence they drink.
The river, a subterranean moon.

She stands amongst the foliage.
The lips on her mouth aquiver.

The moon is a fat white woman.
This is where her nightgown fell.