Turning away from those
Womb-gated pastures
She bleats a hollow cry against
The grotesque
Horizon
In a clearing
Beyond the
Meat-fence
She reaches
Toward
A sound
With eyes warm
With embryo
She crawls across
The bloomless valley
Rivers of red voices
Wash over
Her wool
Awaiting erasure
Quivering
Like a leaf
Upon waves
She hurls her body
Into the meat-spiral
wet petals released II // afterpastures on Fri May 08 2015.