Currently Water for Elephants: A Novel By Sara Gruen see related

She used to play banging on a pan

So it was impossible to hear her here

 there

through the white noise

Can i convince you that shes beautiful?

Without her beating heart cut into pieces

at the hands of gentlemanly savages

Is it working?  The desire for sin

The taste of her against you like apples

blessed by Jesus

Should I try harder? I would slaughter

An entire field of young apples, ripe from blossom

With my sledge hammer. Their seeds splaying everywhere

Like the trickery of blackened tears seeping into the ground