Dawn
             
Earth perspires
In private darkness,
Her swelling roundness hidden
In cool wetness.
Nighted droplets
Press stale smells deep into her soil
In endless chain of birth and rebirth.

With stealthy caress
The sun-ravisher
Slips beneath her sabled secrecy,
Penetrating her deepest privacy,
Impregnating her
With the sweat and odor of frantic bodies
Leprous swarms bustling over her swollen firmness
In frantic scramble to fertilize some shimmering mirage...

                                 --Ron Winters
                                             
                                   [pg. 28, NO-EYED MONSTER #10, Winter 1966-67]

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