Vanity, Vanity

                         Sand ran,
                         desire-fired,
                         to glass:

                         Ape-face
                         forced break,
                         but pieces spawned
                         menageries of me.

                         Hard heel
                         returned glass,
                         harder for resisting burial,
                         its monument a blood-soaked patch
                         and grey-crossed scars in Florsheim . . .
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