The William and Ivy Saylor Prize Winner (2018)
I stand underneath a monster of blood and necessity.
Moss strewn brick walls caress the edge of this maw.
The half-moon arch is wet with the drool seeping from above.
The she-beast stands among her brethren parting the land.
She has forever given her stolen milk to tail-biting children,
waiting at her end. She is life given form, martyr given name,
a siphon of life, and the object of my lust.