She grew up fast chewing gum
stepping out into the sun;
burning in her limelight like Bryant Park at midnight
the child who would not believe,
not just anything the eyes showed her but anything;
her sisterhood hidden under
the cloud of a red tent clothed
with the ******'s sash & tunic;
she comes dorically; her ships like the Greeks in harbor;
drunk in a field of daffodils I remember
the song was sung in the wild childless wilderness
where somewhere like Poussin's prostitutes
head to the stage in jest;
the women of the ancient regime strut naked & bewildered
learning the way from those women wearing ribbons,
those who believe in Pan who are wild as hogs,
leaping like a plague of frogs
marching to to the beat of the red drum brigade;
conceived in the likeness
of a soon forgotten god