We had our day beneath the garden tucked between roots and spiteful sun your husband gone your sons still sleeping you bright as a fever burning up a spine all will wonder if you loved them endless thirst succumb to cosmic lust and leech from a soiled well begrime thy hooves none are watching a sisyphus and fed well erode the tooth and nail beget the null and bare all will look upon you and your awful frame with a despair foreboding an unturned snare a maw agape and i’ll sleep easy in my tunneled well with its clotted corners and drowning bells keep past the hedges in your translucent gown lull your sons when they beg it i ask nothing more
