This path through the meadow made
By the feet of a woman-girl who strayed
In her work boots and bare feet
Through the thyme and sage
Woods like towns with their sweet deceptive shade
Thorn locked and poison laced
To the outmost and human-less place
Lying foetal unwatched in uprooted earth
A distant ox baying
Still as a boulder cursed
She sees this beast unseen
Its bloodshot blinking eyes
Its rough tongue
And its twisting twitching thighs
This path through the meadow made
By the feet of the woman-girl who strayed
In her work boots and bare feet
Through the thyme and sage
Butterflies and ants - trembling leaves
In the breeze of autumn's slow, viridian seas
Blades of grass heads of seed
Obsessing her heart
This path through the meadow made
