Out of the world of blood and snatters,
the inch-to-the-mile

world of the eel,
the yardstick of lymph,

the unquenchable oomph
of her whip, her thigh-length boot

on the other foot,
her hackled gulp of semen –

out of this world is the first salmon
of the year, his ass-hole

clean as a whistle.
Here lies one who reached for the sky.

There is a bay-leaf over his eye
and his name is writ in water.