You sat in the centre of an iron ring
glass houses and jewelled windows
As clean as porcelain.
Your German brain made everything
You heard children’s cries in the wires of
And pictured horses tearing you
Limb from limb.
Why the auto-destruction?
Was Daddy calling out to you
From another region?
Did you have
A little girl’s need to sit at the feet
Of a killer?
Did you want star-power,
Your books sold on a scale unimaginable?
You always loved the feel of a winner.
You are there
You have fallen into legend,
Pale college girls sing their lipsticked praises
To your heartbreaks and your gilded monuments,
To Ariel, the Woman God in the Bible.
The yellowed pages of your poems
The intricate designs so finely wrought,
Miniature kaleidoscopes of thought,
Mathematical mirrored light.
You were a worker bee, alright.
Your name rolls off the tongue
You were so young
Marilyn Monroe with an abstract eye,
You won’t ever die.