Her breast big with rainbows
She was knocked down
The dove came, her wings clapped lightning
That scattered like twigs
She was knocked down
The dove came, her voice of thunder
A piling heaven of silver and violet
She was knocked down
She gave the flesh of her breast, and they ate her
She gave the milk of her blood, they drank her
The dove came again, a sun-blinding
And ear could no longer hear
Mouth was a disembowelled bird
Where the tongue tried to stir like a heart
And the dove alit
In the body of thorns.
Now deep in the dense body of thorns
A soft thunder
Nests her rainbows.