Hill Of The Foreskins

what was the moment of coition like? come Zariba let down your gates turn turtle all you captives of the flesh square suns walled in by darkness from the crypt young bodies stripped to make a mock of time toy beauty dipped in feral wine bones buried in the Wood bones buried in the gold of Sun bones buried in the very gates of War (great searching of the gates) impatient earthquake shuffles all the pack redeals the reds the golds the blacks birdlike and blackened secret as a door sharp knives to stallion through a forest floor (great searching of the gates) floodgates the day is done and I can feel the pebbles in my hand crumble and crumble to a beach of sand whereon you walk (yet do they prance in circumcision round the pole stride over mountain Tops gurgle the rising Tide) and if a slender boat should anchor near the Sun would mad queens madly run (girdles undone) or would they come black scaffolds to the Sun ?