on her cavalry
to follow her
give her red blood
for the cloths
so her old night rags
don’t unravel
this winter
instead she offers them
nightmilk!
nightmilk!
from the taps of the car parks
from the taps of the house walls
gardens
alleyways
under the pond bridge
by the parking meters
pier stilts
nightmilk from near and far
wherever thirst is ignited
from bursting taps
fire hydrants
press one button
and the cheerful nightmilk streams
onto your
face
nightmilk!
nightmilk!