Against the wall, I leaned. And a little
Man walked out. He wore a green felt robe of
Biting animals. Lifted his right arm
And opened his hand releasing a cloud
Of flies. There was a chorus spike as I
Realized my body was reacting. I
Was outstretched. The stucco against my back
Arms. A Greek chorus filed the room. Tammy
Was nowhere. And black feathers hung to like
Tassels. Morning flinched as the second world
Ate the daughters who’s soldier shuddered when
The strongest ship pulled up anchor and fled.
I felt my skin crawl from the sleeves, and I
Bowed broken to the audience of her.