She Would Take The World To Bed Poem by Brian Purdy

slack-thighed and painted
like a red indian queen
she is enormous in the clearing.
animals come from the forest
with claws like bowie knives
teeth like sharpened daggers.
she regards them as mountains do
the approach of mountaineers.
in a headlong rush
she is mounted by a giant stag
whose antlers stab the belly of the sky.
it is seen that she is insatiable.
soon goats graze quietly
on the slopes of her massive thighs
coneys peep behind her breasts
while the bloodcrazed eyes of weasels peer
from the tangles of her hair.
come darlings, lets go to bed, she says

when the groundskeeper came next morning
he found them like that

the whole world in her arms.