In the half veil of refracted light
A curious gray not dawn not moonshine
Choking for breath still saying her name
Her name in the dark night of the Sabbath
Most terribly haunted the spell the glamour
Worship adore offer the cord of sacrifice
The simulacra of certain events the conditions
Under which constraints are likely to dissolve
Fishing beneath her dress in the back seat to
Take off her stockings and tuck up her skirts
The white velvet of her bounding into view
Silver dollar circles riches scarcely credible
And once again there it is twanging throbbing
Blood filled horn lord member of all species
Asking for release to stuff the overheated thing
Into the belle of the churchyard the ghost of
The assembly together the bridegroom and bride
Queer ancient unsanctified darkness undying
Initiating our own shadowed tradition
Some momentary piecing together beyond words
The ground falling violently away still closer
To the floss coming into view the cleft it hid
Carved in ivory transfigured wild unbearable