Friday, 3 September 2010


She walks
In smocks
And wears a stethoscope
To hear lies with.

She talks
In shocks
And dares the misanthrope
To cheer crisis.

She lays
In love
And tempts the competent
To perch beside her.

She stays
And lends the impotent
A church to guide them.

She climbs
The sides
Of cliffs still unsurpassed
And adds a transit.

She mimes
The ride
And lifts the ancient masks
That had me stranded.

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