She
bids farewell
―harsh
words,
frigid
expectations
that
the world will usher her
to
the front of the line.
Behind
it, fear
that
the doors will be shut
in
her face. She wants
the
loftiest,
but
worries
that
she'll hit the meanest
depths
of worthlessness.
Already
a
world-weariness:
wanting
the best
expecting
the worst.
Seeking soteria,
where she could
choose
her own exit
worlds
away
from
sun and earth.
Latin for queen, conversations
were stilted. With her, gold
lacked
a live concert. A cyclone
learned
to play the harp, proved to be
an unalloyed villain. A
troublesome
foe, she created the Wascana
cake
affair. Walls and halls the
focal point
in anglophone Canada. Buffalo
bones
and a diamond flute necklace
plastered much of the town.
Note:
Poem consists of remixed phrases from the
Wikipedia
entries for the two subjects in the title
Saining
wash
my arms
to
the elbows
in
the sweet
herb smoke
seek
absolution
in
juniper
and
rowan
