The Garden of Earthly Delights

Blue fruit and red fruit, finches
fed us, round a huge fruit, like
a camp fire, we danced, snaking
close by, the thread to our glass
tower. On a giant marble, sunk
mid-lake, we threw handstands;
we explored cavernous, cracked
eggs. Deer nosed us sunbathing
to determine our wishes, women
grew pouches, our cheer, a trove
of red fruit, a wing case of rubber
fruit. Naked, romping together,
if the easterly basin had spread ice,
we skated, and the far strum of
human gut, boom of men blown
out of trumpets like cannon balls,
no one heard, none acknowledged
the bird-eyed lord that gobbled men
whole, geese and ducks erupting
from their spent bodies. Nor did he,
breakfasting, spare us a glance;
wordless, he ogles you.