A FEAST

here,
roses are crushed in the jaw 
stems fibrous
and milky

there’s a waltz
dusky damson plums, and, in the distance
a fiddle

seal bones rest on tables
walnuts,
honey

quail with glazed, crisped skins
granite and basalt and
an egg
punctured, leaking
albumen and yolk and bubbled, brown shell

here, the queen is coming
here, the air is thin