They certainly do move with grace, with great sturdiness, these ladies of thin lips in hats above uneven eyes. They move without moving. I look at their eyes, jewels planted deep in skullbone. They move them slowly. I look at their necks, necks as long as a horse's penis. On the runway and in public the women turn slowly, slowly and they smile death warmly. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER OUR MODEST DOUGHBOYS by CHARLTON ANDREWS EPITAPH ON A CHILD by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF PORTRAIT IN THE HORIZONTAL by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT I'D BE A BUTTERFLY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY YOU, WHO HAVE SONS TO SPARE! by L. ALLEN BECK |