I reached for her breast
loaded with milk...

And in the end
the poet's voice wasn't heard...

Woke up,
felt the sun...

In the beginning there was heaven and earth
and the poet said...

It's sad
and then...

Bodies walking life's walk
talking earth's talk...

They live then die
so do I...

I hear your voice
and I rejoice...

I do remember
when you were just like any other...

There she goes in those heels so high
dancing for men that ask why...

Tell me
looking straight...