Zeus to Juno

He —

You saw the way her body looked at me
all address
calling me down
she was so
well-turned,
curve and volume
her body presented itself —
Clay —
I could mold it

She —

You were taboo
not totem —
covered her
though your wing gave no shelter

Your pale plumage
became shadow
Your beak caught
in the net of her hair

He —

When I entered her
her death became my life
in her death swoon
she fell away from me
the more she fell
the deeper I pursued her
the deeper I went
the more lost she became
her body
became a forest of echoes
hills and valleys
echoing each other, a language
I didn't know —
surrounded: alone

She —

The discarded body
lies in long grass
Flies and wasps
fumble there —

on a summer day
the lost girl hums —
Kelly, Sarah, Joanne changed
into parable

Prodigal hair
flung out
body agape
like a question

The scavenger crow knows —
she's beautiful,
outgrowing her name
in the noon heat