For a start, what
gender are they?
Masculine, eh?
Then think seriously,
ladies, about the days
of pinchy pince-nez.
Cast your eyes to the ground
focus in: through the petticoats
get present to skin
buried in layers of cloth
light and heavy
you sit with a similar bevy
of beauties in bustle and bone
all devoid of healthy
muscle tone
the whales were chopped up
for this: you can't run away
from the unwanted kiss
barely breathing, you sit upright
as a chair, wooden-faced
dreaming of wind in your hair
embroidering linens and silks
for the home: reinforcing belief
how dangerous to roam!
Above all, your nose
in pain in a spring - your sights
in the grip of this man-made thing.
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