she queried where all that
barbed wire – carnival-ed there –
stretched fair – where it came from –
Where? Why, from factories where women
and ogres – though mostly women – sieve
steel and barbs together, fill them into ill
smelling springs milled at an eye’s level
frightening fingers like orange tigers
trill the tine-toy-sharp triangles into
lobe-slicing, huzz-buzz-whirring,
thickened liar-black-friar-choir
mechanizations: into barbwire
installed behind eyebrows
to twitch and acknowledge;
tiny springs – each spring –
make baby eyebrows bounce
‘Once for the bulbs to sprout’
tattered squirrels pronounce
as tricky to manufacture as
those same tigers juggle tea
leaves us all a-spirograph-ing
with ice-skating-numb-digits
But you wouldn’t know it as
no factory faces give a hint
as 2 how we can control it
& still manage to sew it
and then she awoke to
several repercussions
-Thomas E. Simmons
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