She bathes on a 

Roof, with Youth

Shining on her with

His delicate rays

 

He bathes in her

Breasts, with Youth

Darkening into a

Disappointed eclipse

 

And the Moon and 

The Stars cover them

With a blanket

 

As they bathe

In their tainted

Love, but Youth

Awakens with 

His bloodied Moon,

 

And He stabs poor

Bathsheba in her

Stomach,

 

And He cuts off

pitiful King David's

Groin,

 

And the water they 

Have drunken in

The Desert of Shur

Turns out to be 

Bitter, and as it goes

Down their throats,

 

Their children, by the

Water's sword

Are sentenced to

Decapitation, and their

Heads cry out to the Lord.