Baby at her breast
Red crumpled hair and sleepy mouth
Speaks of the possibilities raised by our shared ancestry
'we'd cover ourselves with woad and hallucinogens, have sex with the horned one--
to her husband, dark, brooding, fretting the drive, gathering toys while his wife lingers at table--
'You take the baby and prepare to flee the Pharoah
We'll be over there in the corner
Dreaming, singing, keening.
Naked and painted blue.'