Ode a Une Femme Sauvage

Ode à Une Femme Sauvage The sun drank the water From the leaves below the flower While the moon tore the flesh From the roots that made that day But living past the dream From the slit of eyes did gleam The bloom called the barren queen Now her prize did give away In the stall of pig and mire In the nightmare of desire The pagan films the fire Of the bloom behind the scream For trinkets, lights fall flashing She lets the cameras eye start catching The flight of youth that’s passing while her petals fade to gray Now naked and forsaken For the prize her soul was taken Upon the bed her earth is quaking But forever is the stage For the flower loves the money and the moon, her milk and honey Both unfulfilled lost and hungry The web catches those who play While living in the shadow Of the thing we call tomorrow Break the bone to taste its marrow And set the stone upon the grave For the lid of the coffin Is the thing they find most often Tears of rain falls to soften The earthen sheets in which they lay Say nights nightingale so hollow Fly her youth unto the morrow Just a flower on time but borrowed Is the maiden made a slave But cast not your eye in judgment Those stones be they so isoquant The caster as much the recipient For is it not everything she gave