Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds

A black girl’s lips become a diminutive of red
when she spreads her wings:

The lions and their prey
have run away,

grasslands ebb and flow from the foothills,
a snow-capped mountain triggers the advance.

What brought this on,
you ask matter-of-factly?

By now the wind has tasted of the auger,
and spills dust in your face.

We have sex in front of the children,
your moans Australopithecus put them to sleep.