bitch of Jericho
you’re an audio pickup
(Hear the sound of church bells in the background)
with beaming eyes
for some yokels from the Le Roncole play das Triumphmarsch
for her Venus mound
sweatin’ like a whore in church.
Her fingers are calloused from jewelry
their fingers are stripped of jewelery
sunk deep into Rahab’s vacuum,
descending to fill in her gap
a rasées bitch
a woman, a sinner, a saint, a church
Eva, the mother of all men
indeed you are born
under the walls of Sodom where your litter were kissing
while the sulfur was slightly splashing an undulating, wavy sea.
In the Promised Land.