Some lockjawed angel who breathes through a tube
found a baby in a limekiln just a hand’s span from Sodom.
All the mums and dads and grans and uncles
clamoured to know how the trick was done.
Trip wires, rabbits or geomancy
or the insertion of eels into intimate combat,
little fangs biting the slackjawed angel
whose pelvis was crushed beneath the wheels of the sun.