At the end of the creek in winter
Against the creek-ice he did deliver on a poison promise to himself -
pop-point, a surreal tangent of a desultory walk devolved - sudden flame flared up to stars overhead whirling - as He, with rough hands, continued to knead her childish flesh, until a beginning brood did he strew into her virginal womb – claimed without check as his own.
or in a slightly different presentation .....
Against the creek-ice he delivers
to the child a poison promise to himself -
surreal tangent of desultory walk devolves
to the stars overhead
his rough hands knead child-flesh
beginning brood he strew-pours
into her virginal womb –
claimed without check as his own.