marvelous reflection,
slippery as oil—isn’t that
a sigh?
on napkins—isn’t it?
the graceful outlines
of their eyes—isn’t that
the way it goes?
a line, a lingering
glance, that darting tongue,
a turn of phrase—remember
the murdered women
in those old songs?
they had always done him
wrong—the anticipation in
his eyes
should disqualify him
from dancing with innocents
and feasting on their souls
his eyes
should disqualify him
from dancing with innocents
and feasting on their souls
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Children Dancing in a Ring (1872), Hans Thoma
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