A congregation glittering, bizarre in alien robes and diadems.
I claim in proudly through a childblessed cow.
All heregathered are your lords. Praise them with trembling. Settle in their cleanness.
A pitying of doves who know hawkfear.
On this voyage of women who set sail where Nile twists through saltpolished sand.
We fly before we were pinioned over a trembling sea.
They say He took bull's form and covered her.
Sea's blue night will heal over slashing, black oars.
My voice is the wail of all funerals.
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