Women

Women                                 Or they should be                              should be pedestals                              little horses moving                                 those wooden pedestals                              sweet moving                                 oldfashioned to the                                    painted motions                                 rocking of men                                  horses the gladdest things in the toyroom The                                       feelingly pegs                                     and then of their                                 unfeelingly ears                                     To be so familiar                            joyfully and dear                               ridden to the trusting                      rockingly fists                                    ridden until To be chafed                        the restored egos dismount and the legs stride away Immobile                            willing sweetlipped                         to be set sturdy                                 into motion and smiling                         Women women                                 should be should always                        pedestals be waiting                              to men