triumph of venus

chop that trumpet call
& reassemble it

as a lunar tune
an anthem in reverse

from imagined corners
choirs home in

all hollows mourn
and dolphins draw

a supermodel
on a scallop shell

who yodels
as the wind thuds in her ears

her page boy
blows a conch

you hear
the battle fluids

of a republic
sequestered, dark

and sparkling
or whatever fluids do