says, parenthetically
further, at the troughs are half a tribe of ankles and
chins, lanky irregular hips
who've easily passed by without bites and scratches
I won't blacken the women
It's not their time yet; & it is slow going for a 1% heart
Telling the greater from the less
like lips from the threatening groin, ear from grass
is sufficient for now
I cop & kill with credentials!