Is this one of those historical moments—
The Siege of Stalingrad or Johnny Van-
Der Meer's 2nd? Decades hence, a hundred,
Two thousand years, will people say, Her linen
Shift fit like May between the spring and summer?
No one can tell what Helen did in bed
To make her Paris spring. The men who lay us
End to end in expensive cardboard jars
Know squat. They can't wait to be shoveled ash.
You pivot on the spike heels Dr Jekyll
Says women shouldn't wear—poor torque-sprung backs.
Your hair fans a like a runway breeze was blowing.
The men besieged behind their shattered walls
Drop their boiled leather, wave their horseplume hats,
And scatter condoms from those famous heights.
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