I am the Bitch

Beating old fence rows wary
of tetanus and the creeping
crucifixions of multiflora Rose,
I am the Bitch.

Stomping briars and pallets
old mattresses and drain pipes
mounting a Calvary of Brush,
I am the Bitch.

Peeking in the mews window
with a flashlight, sleep tight
hawk, a Cephalaphore,
I am the Bitch.