Silver-split incommensurate
We found her body bagged in netting
Elliptical eyes hovering
Under the dilating sun

I said, Shimmy my girl, we have caught you

Your inchoate triggers
Of lapsed backward sirens
Thud spilled
And never God-sped their promises

And the exposed cartilage of sea anemones
Couldn’t tell you about their peeling shells
That housed the pale ribbon bleeding
Of your plum rotten body

Plucked too late off the vine
Of a barrage of lost letters
Those shredded sentiments
Are now cabbage awaiting coal fires

As your lapis lazuli arms suspend forever
Over the junction of two rivers
And reef tendrils grow
Out of your swollen breasts