Creature of Marble, Creature of Murk

The mooncalf fell out smooth as stone. Meteor child. Lunar erratum. Pale creature of the first caves. Creature of water, creature of moss, whose hooves beat phantom fields of snow to ice, whose tangled legs propel past constellations we half-know. Creature of milk, white-hided, blind as an egg. Creature of density, creature of mis-mended bone, where do you wander in your orbit? Ugly creature, knotted and bound, pearl-eyed, purpled mound of meat. Hideous creature, we want to learn your secret sweetness, to scry into the very core of you. We lay a black cloth over your cauled head, weeping for the rest of you, creature, for what we cannot see to mourn in the months when animals give birth to nightmare things. Creature of marble, creature of murk, where do you come from? Creature of bad omens, heavy with what you know we cannot ever know, what would you say against this world? What bad word bent you towards this end? Creature, speak your spell here now. Murmur. Curl the air around your cow-tongue. Give us this one song before you close your door to the cold. We'll hear.