Venus is us

  

Shoot the Greenman in the head;
This land is ours. 

We are children
of lust and sweat,
of blood and sea,
of unwed bodies. 

We devour men like sweets,
crumbs on our lips, 

But it isn't enough, 

nothing's

enough                                              

to                                                                                         

          tape together

the bones, the veins,
the calluses, uncut nails.

You are the sane,                                                                      the insane.

Pour honey on bare breasts;
Satiate, satiate.

Love us, love us;

Venus is us.