good evening, mother caterpillar, you shall come with your husband to church

light is waxing a roman cure.
the grave-diggers with pipes in their mouths and bottles of wine
snap their connexion with the sun,
button-snake root,
and sparrow the black drink.

"the corn cat will come and fetch you,"
mews the wheat-wolf.
"salve regina: drop the beak fruits
and the seed-rice will be sown and sprouting."

a large fish is killed to the empty pot, the cock-beer,
the redeemer's blood
in the roses and lilies
crocuses and violets
a clog or block,
the mistletoe that cannot fall to the ground.