Four flavors of sherbert slake
were encased in the snowstorm-
icebox: orange, lime, pineapple
and raspberry. Madam fed well
while the slake was kept cold.
Heat of bawds warmed it though,
their bodies lain high on
the floor space beside it.
Someone stole her bread, another her meat.
In a fiery summer of gutted
halves, salt absorbed her milk.
Language of the coroner's tongue
caked in her grave of adobe; while
gagged, gulls swooped dead in the sea.
