All This And More

Madelina's more than two sharp eyes, The shadows set in the cheek bones Her hair's like seaweed Swept by the tides of life what's an average person? Fading photos pinned against a wall? This lady in her time's Been cunning as a southern snake, Striking off the innocuous necks of chickens Her alligator skin shrugs off the Withers of ageing. She might have been anything, But for her womb, her womanhood Success was an illusion, the jerky cries of lovers Ephemera, incidents between a domestic chair and the bed She could have been the stuff of magazines What of it? she seems to challenge Life near the end's worth less than a hill of beans