How pathetic you look—
Nameless woman, queen of asphalt.
Languish now on the throne you share
With others just like you:
Regal heirs of a stolen land.
You arrogant, do you think you own the
Rats nibbling on your toes?
Do you reign supreme over the gutter?
Better take your tarnished coins and start
Shopping for lovelier cans.
But you look so tired. Awful woman
The fire in your belly creeps up to your cheeks
And refuses to be tamed.
You can only twist those lips and spit
Viciously on the parched earth
While the city looks on.
Flies begin to feast now on your open sores
As you thrust a hand to beg for death.
Yet nobody sees your ruby eyes as you gaze
Down at such noble spectacle:
(how smug!)
A child suckling on your withered breast.