The woman on the moon is being forced to the earth
she's brought with her, cheese curds in her breasts
her milky breasts dripping tears of her temper --
Gentle Ophelia, she of crazy hormones.
Why not end a world with a cosmic bang
why not go down with a stymied prince
a secret assassination first, R and G, the stab
through the arras, you, he, and a whole world, boom.