Before the rats came, following the wavering fishline of her newborn cry, they found her among pearly slime of gutted mussel shells, fish rot, jackfruit rind, and scabbed plastic in the harbor dump. Sixteen and solemn, walled in her street stand's ink perfume by the gloss of fashionable faces, as well as @3Time@1 and @3Fortune@1, she waits behind the gray rain-drape of the monsoon for a face to match her mirrors'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |