then she approached
with her slightly swollen belly
the vulgar prayer
"What are your eyes for,
my Lord,
if you can"t see?"
swished
past the rifles
soaked in blood
the bat
splayed the psalm
on the shot through wing
before her lips
breathe without touching
she didn"t accept
the Communion Bread
into her mouth
only a stiff penis
hung in the light web
like a feverish baby
giving orders to nature
inside her
"there we"ll have
the doors of the seething ocean
over there-an island
of her loneliness"
she leaned her forehead
against the frosted window
caught a glimpse
of the volcano
erupting with burning horses
"What is this
water giving birth for
since you never part
with this cradle
of blood and bones
steel searching for my nipple?"
2000
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Ophelia English
© Copyright: Сергей Афинский, 2001
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