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Fourteen Compositions for a Female Chorus
(from the painting by Carlo Maria Mariani)
Chorus of women
each with warble & pitch
love the caged breathing of mares.
A girl leans precariously over the balcony,
her hair wild with sleep,
one bare foot all the rush of boys.
It is hard to define the wonder in the head
of a god hoisted off its shoulders with rope,
hung from the colonnade.
There is so little air up here it is hard to breathe.
Even the way light sets aside theory,
one walks away falling.
The question is why this butterfly is
painted so delicately. The dust of its wings
invokes pity from old cracked walls.
We imagine rooms in
the harp player’s hands
each with its own shadow.
Even where there is nothing but stone