Running where, I don’t know
here, there,
twisting, turning.
Basta! { … }

The woman who died from her blue dress is singing
Drunk on death, she sings to the sun of her intoxication.
Within her song is a blue dress,
a white horse and a green heart
tattooed with the echoes of the heartbeats of her dead heart. { … }

They have come.
Defiling blood.
Smelling of feathers,
of loss,
of tears. { … }