Come as
lion or
dragon or
elephant. All
things to all
women, rear
and roar.
The wince
of the mystic
and the goalpost
shout and desire
landing clod-clumsy
in between.
Making vivid
what the tongue-
tied had seen,
loading wire baskets
with the
survival kit
of cordite and
poppy.
Run the
gauntlet
of the 88 keys,
let the octave
slow
to its
Russian dive.