An orchid on her hair wilted
Petals did they dropp one by one
Abruptly her true lover tilted
Snide whims to another for fun

Frail honour fights subjugation
Careens with hard subway faces
Shocked roving imagination
Rapes glory in sordid places

To dance with the living and dead
Floating genteel between the pews
Unique orchids crown female heads
Slighted by those masculine fools.

Pasquale DiMeola

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