Sweet Dreams Baby

Dolores del Rio

Slept naked and light

Under a mosquito net

When the howls started

Red ants enveloped her

Wading defiant ravenous

Steadfast as Durutti columns

About her omphalos

Lapping crass molasses

Slow high thin black cloud

Bisected the fulsome moon

As a cut throat razor rent

Her mindseye’s worst nightmare

Of being eaten alive