Slut Vader, who

guards the walking

mountain: “Though your

pussy be reduced

to a scatter

of muted resistances,

still, tell me

how, against any

surface, you can

dry-bone yourself

unto the stillness

of stone hounds,

though you work

one ebony pipedream

after another into

the iron cage,

vibrating, eternal, from

which you never

deign to escape?”