Among the pinewood grove
He drove her, dry
Then ran far, far, far, away
Among the thorns and fallen fruits, she lay

The body lay
Half buried, and half dead
And he was as smitten, as he could be
With flushed cheeks and waddling in cash

Death found him at last,
Killed in cold blood
Among the cash he held so dear
Paper that weighed more than a human

And among her drenched body grew a valley
With flowers in bloom
Her looming scent
And a smiling moon, which shone upon it