second song of la jeanne

above dark earth my body is a pyre
trim rosaceous fire I upright and firm

a woman shall not wear war’s iron armor,
that which pertaineth unto a man—

first in winter a steel strap set to sunder
in May slick layers that tighten cackle burst

my skin fine jaws that clutch the guilt of sinners
I slice them up the Lord he is my shepherd

and we mortals shish kebab our bodies staked
up on wooden platforms man such easy murder.