high-heeled heroine running
out of patience.
Wearer of lost cities
maker of mannequins.
Descending in steel armour
outshining horse and rider.
Neon eye eclipsing the sun
guillotine mouth open wide.
She knows our names and our sins.
How on earth
can we pacify her?
And if sun comes
How shall we greet him?
Shall we not dread him,
Shall we not fear him
After so lengthy a
Session with shade?
— "truth" Gwendolyn Brooks
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