A crimson tinted mouth smudges
comrade glasses beneath a buzz of
walking suits. They talk only amongst
themselves, never to her.
Glittering gown masks avian limbs, a
former gazelle turned silent sidekick.
She is hopeless in her new-found role
and recites alphabetic antiphons, reaping
no harvest beside such diseased plantings,
yet brightly standing still, she will.