Bone against bone
Flesh against flesh
We each suffer in our own way
The old man
Shakes his fist at the moon
The young girl sits in her
Room knitting purple thread
Into a sacred cloth
That will blanket her pain
And the heat, oh god, the heat
The drops of rain evaporating
Into steam as soon as they
Hit the pavement.
The blond twins smiling as
They order wine and appetizers
All the voices in the room
Dissolving into a dull roar
Of laughter and empty words
While her eyes search the crowd
For that one face that will
Recognize and know her for
Who she is and not just
Love her for her stylishly
Tilted hat and her green
Coat with the fox-trimmed collar
