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