before all the begetting unending
nothing not even dark then through a
gap the fast light she can’t hold back
and soon everything that ever, but
no there never was some big brooding lord
of death quaking across the land
looking for ladies to lift. She
wanted company and the boy seemed
eager enough for her delicacies
and so stayed a spell while Earth was
breaking with cries over her love
lost while the fruits drop dry and brown
so what could our sweet dark sister
do but share a small part of the year
other animals 